December 2024

December 2024 holds a charged pause: a figure caught between thought and spectacle, where attention becomes a kind of gravity. The scene reads like a private moment made public, tender and slightly confrontational.

A hot field of red presses forward while blunt, painterly handling keeps everything human—imperfect skin, restless hair, a hovering emblem that feels half omen, half joke. The work turns introspection into theater, asking what it costs to look up and what it means to be seen.