Flower
Dimensions: 92cm (w) x 122cm (h)
Medium: Acrylic paint, oil sticks, spray paint, ink on canvas
Description:
A flower, but not as we know it—distorted, fractured, bleeding at the edges. The word "FLOWER" appears multiple times, only to be crossed out, challenging the very label we assign to it. Is it still a flower if we strip away its name? If we take away what we call it, does it lose its meaning or does it become something more?
The vibrant yellow petals, jagged and raw, extend outward like a burst of energy, yet they are wounded—dripping red, hinting at struggle, transformation, or defiance. The textured strokes and layered background create a sense of chaos and contradiction, blurring the line between beauty and destruction.
This piece forces us to reconsider perception and identity. What we see isn’t always what it is. Words can define, but they can also confine. Perhaps, by crossing them out, the flower is finally free.
Dimensions: 92cm (w) x 122cm (h)
Medium: Acrylic paint, oil sticks, spray paint, ink on canvas
Description:
A flower, but not as we know it—distorted, fractured, bleeding at the edges. The word "FLOWER" appears multiple times, only to be crossed out, challenging the very label we assign to it. Is it still a flower if we strip away its name? If we take away what we call it, does it lose its meaning or does it become something more?
The vibrant yellow petals, jagged and raw, extend outward like a burst of energy, yet they are wounded—dripping red, hinting at struggle, transformation, or defiance. The textured strokes and layered background create a sense of chaos and contradiction, blurring the line between beauty and destruction.
This piece forces us to reconsider perception and identity. What we see isn’t always what it is. Words can define, but they can also confine. Perhaps, by crossing them out, the flower is finally free.
Dimensions: 92cm (w) x 122cm (h)
Medium: Acrylic paint, oil sticks, spray paint, ink on canvas
Description:
A flower, but not as we know it—distorted, fractured, bleeding at the edges. The word "FLOWER" appears multiple times, only to be crossed out, challenging the very label we assign to it. Is it still a flower if we strip away its name? If we take away what we call it, does it lose its meaning or does it become something more?
The vibrant yellow petals, jagged and raw, extend outward like a burst of energy, yet they are wounded—dripping red, hinting at struggle, transformation, or defiance. The textured strokes and layered background create a sense of chaos and contradiction, blurring the line between beauty and destruction.
This piece forces us to reconsider perception and identity. What we see isn’t always what it is. Words can define, but they can also confine. Perhaps, by crossing them out, the flower is finally free.