From daydream chaos to wall art
Paintings
Slow down and feel something real before you label it. A quiet shock. A calm pull. The sense that you are being watched back, not judged, just seen. These works are designed to interrupt autopilot and turn emotion into clarity. If a piece feels intense, that is the point. The discomfort is a signal. Stay with it long enough and it becomes relief, like the mind exhaling.
In daylight it’s loud, graphic, almost confrontational. Under blacklight it becomes a different organism, a hidden layer waking up. In complete darkness, the glow in the dark rises like an afterimage, soft but persistent, an ecological candle that keeps the intention alive when the room goes quiet.
That three step shift is the point. It’s how your life works too. One version for the public. One version for the twilight, crepuscular, in between space where things start to reveal themselves. One version for the dark. And all three of them are real.
Burning iris
This painting is a map of depression, but it is not a surrender.
It comes from a period where I felt like nothing could make me feel good. The canvas is dark because that is how the world looked from where I was standing. The smaller eyes are the different problems that pulled me down there, each one a pressure point, each one a thought that would not stop watching me. But I wanted them to form something else. Together, those eyes build one larger eye. That eye is me. Not the version of me that performs strength, but the version that stayed conscious inside the collapse.
The light is the most important part. It is the small, stubborn hope that stayed on even when I could not. It is the hope that waited for me to wake up.
This piece is also tied to one specific moment. I was laying down on my bed, looking at a candle I had lit to pray, or at least to wake up my spiritual self, and I was crying. The work holds that scene. The flame is that candle. Not decoration, not aesthetics, but a real signal. A reminder that even in the darkest room, I can choose a point of light, and that choice changes me.
The eyes in this painting are not just threats. They are witnesses. They say: you can be broken, you can be scared, you can be overwhelmed, and you are still real. The painting does not promise that the darkness disappears. It shows that the light still exists inside it.