This painting explores the self. Looking into how the imagery we come across, the walls we pass on our way to work, the colours we absorb, transcend our external world and build up the spaces we inhabit within our mind. Our emotional architecture. Painting this self portrait was an investigation of identity, a meeting point between what I physically look like versus what my mind spends time thinking about, all the things I've seen in a day. Which is more 'me'? the body other people perceive or the pain and beauty I've witnessed? The silence of a broken wall in a bustling city or the body moving past it?
'My Walls Cast Their Shadows, And a Glance.' Oil on wooden board 2025
And these images
Seduce me, convince me
of their importance.
Sleep without solace,
Pipes and broken walls,
Doll parts and curled hair
Infiltrate my every thought
Naively I,
Think I can show everyone how urgently
These textures exist.
How can I,
Separate myself from all
that ive seen?
How can I,
make sense of
where I begin and each feeling ends.
3am conferrals with my ceiling,
She has no answers
To mercy me with
2025
