110 × 90 × 4 cm
Acrylic on canvas.
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This painting unfolds in fragments, divided into panels that resist a single storyline yet hum with a shared atmosphere of mystery and discovery. A boy gazes upward into a sky alive with birds, his posture filled with wonder, as if he is encountering the world for the first time. In another image, a woman extends her hand toward another, the gesture charged with intimacy and immediacy. The touch seems to reach out of the canvas, collapsing the distance between image and viewer. These moments stand apart but feel bound by a hidden thread, like snapshots from a life that refuses to align neatly yet resonates with deep continuity.
At the top corner, the smallest panel contains the most enigmatic element: a diagram of a portal, seemingly lifted from a scientific textbook. Its cool geometry contrasts with the raw painterliness of the surrounding scenes, but it becomes the hinge that reframes them all. The portal evokes the unstable realities of David Lynch’s Lost Highway or Richard Kelly’s Donnie Darko, where time itself fractures, looping back on itself, dislocating events, and turning memory into something both eerie and luminous. Here, it becomes a symbol of passage, as if the painting’s panels were not simply images but thresholds—moments from different eras that coexist on the same plane.
Taken together, the work reads as a meditation on the stages of a life. The boy staring skyward, the woman reaching in touch, the hand that feels like our own—each panel vibrates with the same sense of astonishment at being alive, as if wonder itself is the connective tissue across time. The rawness of the technique, with its bleeding colors and dissolving forms, underlines the fragility of these moments. They flicker between presence and absence, like memories that refuse to stay fixed. What emerges is not a narrative in the traditional sense but a sequence of revelations: moments when time opens, when the ordinary becomes strange, and when discovery feels infinite.
110 × 90 × 4 cm
Acrylic on canvas.
Free shipping anywhere in the world.
This painting unfolds in fragments, divided into panels that resist a single storyline yet hum with a shared atmosphere of mystery and discovery. A boy gazes upward into a sky alive with birds, his posture filled with wonder, as if he is encountering the world for the first time. In another image, a woman extends her hand toward another, the gesture charged with intimacy and immediacy. The touch seems to reach out of the canvas, collapsing the distance between image and viewer. These moments stand apart but feel bound by a hidden thread, like snapshots from a life that refuses to align neatly yet resonates with deep continuity.
At the top corner, the smallest panel contains the most enigmatic element: a diagram of a portal, seemingly lifted from a scientific textbook. Its cool geometry contrasts with the raw painterliness of the surrounding scenes, but it becomes the hinge that reframes them all. The portal evokes the unstable realities of David Lynch’s Lost Highway or Richard Kelly’s Donnie Darko, where time itself fractures, looping back on itself, dislocating events, and turning memory into something both eerie and luminous. Here, it becomes a symbol of passage, as if the painting’s panels were not simply images but thresholds—moments from different eras that coexist on the same plane.
Taken together, the work reads as a meditation on the stages of a life. The boy staring skyward, the woman reaching in touch, the hand that feels like our own—each panel vibrates with the same sense of astonishment at being alive, as if wonder itself is the connective tissue across time. The rawness of the technique, with its bleeding colors and dissolving forms, underlines the fragility of these moments. They flicker between presence and absence, like memories that refuse to stay fixed. What emerges is not a narrative in the traditional sense but a sequence of revelations: moments when time opens, when the ordinary becomes strange, and when discovery feels infinite.
