People
I write about the people I've seen, and paint them.
We are like you, and you are like us.
Such a Man, 2026, Oil and Ink on canvas, 30x24 in (diptych)
“ Memory is a privilege.
To remember, one needs something to remember, and a place to keep it like a piece of furniture, a house.
He has neither memories to remember, nor objects, nor a house to hold them.
Instead, he chose freedom.
Or perhaps… he was chosen by it.
In return, he seems to fill that emptiness with clothes swollen to their fullest, meeting our gaze as if with confidence.
Such a man can never become a prince.
We cannot, like him, carry memories crumpled into our pockets and just simply go on. “
Lobster Man, 2026, Oil and Ink on canvas, 36x24 in
“ With nothing to carry,
I carried things until I became a table.
Feet in blue shoes feel pitiful,
Feet in striped slippers feel heavy.
Who would want
a table like this? “
“ Ha ha ho ho/
to someone who doesn’t know it, it can be the most
frightening thing.
Ha ha ho ho/
they talk loudly.
What is overheard in secret is not that joyful.
Ha ha ho ho/
I just sit,
brushing off star-shaped mud.“
Star shaped Mud, 2025, Oil and Ink on canvas, 14x11 in
“ A hand rests on the head of a small boy.
The grandfather’s hand, placed there for his grandson,
carries no weight.
It is something close to a blessing.
The boy with no tie cannot be blessed.“
A boy with no tie, 2026, Oil and Ink on canvas, 47.5x35 in
Run Horse Run, 2026, Oil and Ink on canvas, 12x36 in
“That woman can never face the screen head-on.
The moment it goes on, there's recognition
and her two eyes, no, ayes, no, neighs, no, eyes
are a sure thing to bolt, both ways at once“