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