
The House Tells Everything
2025
Oil on canvas
Here, fire is not an event but a language. The house opens itself completely, allowing what it has held—memory, heat, and refusal—to move through every room at once. Nothing is spared, and nothing is accidental.

Under a Watching Moon
2025
Oil on canvas
This house stands intact, but never untouched. The night presses in, the windows hold what they’ve learned to keep, and the moon bears witness without intervening. Nothing is burning here—yet everything has already been altered.

What Rises When the Roof Breaks
2025
Oil on canvas
Fire lifts from the house in long, uncontained spirals, drawn upward rather than outward. The structure still stands, but its interior has found a way to speak past the walls. What rises is not destruction—it is pressure finally given air.

The House Keeps Its Distance
2025
Oil on canvas
This structure does not invite entry. The gate stands firm, the windows observe, and the house holds what it knows behind deliberate boundaries. Survival here is not softness—it is control.

The Body Lets Go
2025
Oil on canvas
This painting is concerned with release rather than collapse. The figure dissolves into motion, color, and current, no longer holding itself together for anyone. What remains is not loss, but permission.

Windows That Stay Lit
2025
Oil on canvas
Light remains in the house long after the street has gone dark. The structure holds its posture, steady and awake, as if keeping watch over what has already passed through it. Endurance here is not loud—it is constant.

House
2025
Oil on canvas
This structure holds its ground without spectacle. What once moved through it has already passed, leaving color, pressure, and memory lodged in the walls. Survival here is not dramatic—it is deliberate

The Body Does Not Forget
2025
Oil on canvas
The figure turns inward, holding what cannot be set down. Color gathers where pain has lodged, marking the place where endurance became necessary. This is not injury—it is evidence.

Under the Weight of Knowing
2025
Oil on canvas
The figure holds himself still while something unsettled continues to move behind the eyes. Identity here is not fixed, but weathered—shaped by what has been witnessed and cannot be set aside. The face remains, but certainty does not.