Red Shoes

The red shoes mark this contradiction_ a polished surface made for the world, while the tender self quietly diminishes within.

This work lingers between vulnerability and poise, between exposure and disguise.

It asks how the act of “fitting in” might become the most revealing gesture of all, a silent confession woven into the fabric of appearance.

Lying to fit in

2025

Oil on wooden panel

20x15cm

Trick or Treat 

2025

Oil on wooden panel

45×60 cm

Nausea 

2025

Oil on wooden panel

45×60 cm

A stone is held, a body bends to vomit.

The weight of sheer existence presses down, stripped of meaning, bare, indifferent.

Do you simply exist, or were you intended?

Untitled

2025

Oil on wooden panel

25×25 cm

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