"AAX" (Left)

Acrylic on Canvas

2025

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This painting bursts with chaotic vitality, where organic forms collide with the rigid marks of an unseen order. Swirling, mutated floral shapes bloom across a vibrant pink backdrop, their colors rich with life yet unsettlingly distorted. Scattered X’s punctuate the composition, acting as markers of containment, fragmentation, or failed categorization—symbols of an attempt to impose logic on something that refuses to be tamed. Thick, undulating white strokes weave through the layers, resembling tendrils, spores, or signals caught mid-transmission. The overall effect is one of wild, relentless transformation—a landscape of life in flux, teetering between evolution and decay.

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"CCX" (Right)

Acrylic on Canvas

2025

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"Holding the light within the decadent decay, where the floor breathes and the sky exudes, where the super and the natural mingle in the emanations of what once was and never to be. That which destroy protects, that which deludes defines, bound by anamorphic elements and their properties in a world that has no place in the sky but falls through it anyway. The sun shines through the darkness and through the night, and every time we see it through the cracks in the mechanisms of control, feeling only the flames fleeing through marshlands and forgotten bogs that glimmer with the larkless night. While the feeble djinn see only smoke rising from the distance of their metallic prison, the traveler sees the flat horizon breaking upon the shore, the egress of light devouring itself. And knowing this, knowing all of this, they wish hell would greet them sooner than let go of authority over the nature they defile, the nature they watch and the nature that watches back."

 

A fractured, chaotic field of fragmented perception, this piece immerses the viewer in a landscape of watching and being watched. Stark black, deep blue, and ghostly white form a decaying structure where scattered eyes—some sharp, others dissolving into static—peer through layers of obscured text. The words, partially legible, hint at something half-remembered, a message redacted or rewritten by an unseen force. Jagged brushstrokes and smeared paint suggest interference, censorship, and the slow degradation of meaning. The tension between order and disorder permeates the canvas, echoing themes of paranoia, control, and the futility of understanding a world already slipping away.