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Decay in Gold
2025In a forgotten city of gold, hidden beneath layers of time and silence, there once stood a grand hall where every surface was gilded in shimmering metal. The walls, the floors, even the ceilings were lined with golden tiles, each one etched with the stories and symbols of a once-thriving civilization. The city was known as Aurum, a place where the sun never set, and the air was always warm with light. This painting, abstract yet hauntingly detailed, is said to be a fragment of the last surviving wall of Aurum. Over centuries, the gold tiles have chipped and faded, revealing the darkness underneath — the silence of abandonment, the creeping rot of time. What was once perfect symmetry has now cracked into beautiful chaos. The black voids in the image are not just absences; they are echoes of voices, laughter, footsteps — remnants of a people who lived in brilliance and vanished without a trace.
The River of Remembering
2025The River of Remembering This painting feels like a tapestry of memories, dreams, and nature woven together. The swirling patterns resemble flowing water, carrying fragments of life—flowers, seeds, spirals, and stars—all drifting in one great current. The white dotted paths are like ancient songlines, marking the invisible threads that connect people to the land, to each other, and to the universe. It tells a story of interconnectedness: every being, every thought, every memory becomes part of this river. The blues and greens whisper of water and growth, while earthy tones root it in the soil of lived experience. In essence, The River of Remembering is a visual map of how life carries us forward, but also how everything we are—our past, our ancestors, our environment—flows alongside us in an eternal dance.
The Community Dreaming Spiral
2024community
The Garden Where Memories Bloomed
2023In a forgotten village nestled between velvet hills and silent rivers, there was a myth about a bouquet that could bloom with human memories. Legend said it sprouted once every century in the garden of a painter who had never loved, never lost, never cried—a soul untouched by life, yet chosen to witness all of it. This painting is that bouquet.
The Heart of Cloverland
2021flower
Echoes of Light
2014This painting is a symphony of energy—a visual rhythm of soundless beats and radiant vibrations. Echoes of Light captures what cannot be seen with the eyes alone: the invisible dances of joy, chaos, memory, and motion that pulse beneath our daily lives. The swirling rings are not just shapes; they are echoes—moments rippling outward through time, each one born from a laugh, a thought, a song, or a forgotten dream. The bright yellows and soft blues represent innocence and wonder, while streaks of crimson and violet hint at deeper emotions buried beneath the surface. There is no center, no clear direction, because the painting is meant to feel like the inside of a memory or a moment of inspiration—raw, alive, expanding in all directions. The viewer becomes part of the canvas simply by looking, pulled into its motion and made to feel like they, too, are spinning within the current of the abstract. oil & acryl 100 x 80 cm
melting colours
2009oil, 120 x 80 cm
The City That Burned Through Time
2009In an era neither future nor past, there exists a city forged not of stone or steel, but of memory and motion. The City That Burned Through Time rises like a fever dream from the ashes of its own becoming, each brushstroke a heartbeat, each smudge a whisper of lives once lived. At first glance, the city blazes with fire—an inferno of crimson skies and smoldering towers. But look closer, and you’ll see the chaos isn’t destruction—it’s persistence. A thousand stories stitched together in pigment: lovers who never met, revolutions that never sparked, artists who painted with their souls rather than their hands. The skyline is jagged, rising like questions in the mind of a restless spirit. Below it, the people—abstracted and myriad—move like sparks in a storm, bound together by something unseen. Hope? Hunger? History? No one knows. Not even the city.