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Medium: Oil on canvas
Size: 90 W x 90 H x 2 cm
Year: 2020
This painting emerged from a time of personal disorientation — a space between endings and beginnings, clarity and chaos.
I was entangled in something that felt exciting but uncertain — emotionally, romantically, even morally. There was beauty, but also danger. The figure represents a woman (or perhaps a version of myself) who’s caught in that liminal state: seductive, strong, but also strangely anonymous.
The silver leaf covering the face wasn’t just an aesthetic experiment — it became a mask, a veil, a loss of identity. In hindsight, it mirrored exactly how I felt at the time: exposed yet hidden, seen yet unknown — even to myself. It’s like the more I was trying to show, the less I actually revealed.
Set against a textured, almost surreal background, the figure becomes untethered from a specific place or time — just like I was then.
This piece is about the masks we wear when we’re lost, and the fragmented identities we adopt while searching for something real.
Medium: Oil on canvas
Size: 90 W x 90 H x 2 cm
Year: 2020
This painting emerged from a time of personal disorientation — a space between endings and beginnings, clarity and chaos.
I was entangled in something that felt exciting but uncertain — emotionally, romantically, even morally. There was beauty, but also danger. The figure represents a woman (or perhaps a version of myself) who’s caught in that liminal state: seductive, strong, but also strangely anonymous.
The silver leaf covering the face wasn’t just an aesthetic experiment — it became a mask, a veil, a loss of identity. In hindsight, it mirrored exactly how I felt at the time: exposed yet hidden, seen yet unknown — even to myself. It’s like the more I was trying to show, the less I actually revealed.
Set against a textured, almost surreal background, the figure becomes untethered from a specific place or time — just like I was then.
This piece is about the masks we wear when we’re lost, and the fragmented identities we adopt while searching for something real.
Medium: Oil on canvas
Size: 90 W x 90 H x 2 cm
Year: 2020
This painting emerged from a time of personal disorientation — a space between endings and beginnings, clarity and chaos.
I was entangled in something that felt exciting but uncertain — emotionally, romantically, even morally. There was beauty, but also danger. The figure represents a woman (or perhaps a version of myself) who’s caught in that liminal state: seductive, strong, but also strangely anonymous.
The silver leaf covering the face wasn’t just an aesthetic experiment — it became a mask, a veil, a loss of identity. In hindsight, it mirrored exactly how I felt at the time: exposed yet hidden, seen yet unknown — even to myself. It’s like the more I was trying to show, the less I actually revealed.
Set against a textured, almost surreal background, the figure becomes untethered from a specific place or time — just like I was then.
This piece is about the masks we wear when we’re lost, and the fragmented identities we adopt while searching for something real.
