“1”
Crimson Crucible
Oil on canvas
The canvas exhales a furnace wind—hot iron and wet pomegranate—its scarlet skin blistering under invisible flame. A towering mask of arterial red splits open, lacquered so thick the paint beads like fresh blood on a blade. Golden fissures spider through the cheeks, oozing molten honey that drips in slow, syrupy ropes, cooling into amber scabs you can almost peel. Below the mouth, a nest of skeletal leaves crackles—parchment-dry, smelling of burnt cedar and crushed peppercorn—each vein etched with a scalpel’s bite, edges curling like scorched paper. Emerald horns spiral upward, slick with verdigris sweat that stings the nostrils with metallic rot. Impasto peaks rise like fresh welds, still ticking as they contract, releasing microscopic pops of turpentine and singed resin. Touch it and your fingertips come away stained, pulsing with the painting’s fevered heartbeat—an ancient god mid-scream, its lungs full of ember and incense.
oil on canvas
90cm x 120cm
$7500
“5”
Flesh Unraveled
Oil on canvas,
The air reeks of linseed and raw umber, thick as a butcher’s apron. A pale torso—bone-white, almost translucent—twists mid-scream, its skin peeling back in wet ribbons that slap against the canvas with a sound like fresh meat on marble. Veins of burnt sienna pulse beneath the surface, hot to the touch, leaking ochre sweat that beads and rolls, leaving snail-trails of rust. A single breast, rose-tinted and swollen, juts forward, nipple cracked open like a split fig, oozing milky pigment that smells faintly of copper and milk gone sour. Limbs knot and unknot—liquid bronze poured over tendon—each joint grinding audibly in the mind, cartilage popping, sinew stretching until it sings. The background is a battlefield of splatter: black commas of flung paint, yellow scabs of dried turpentine, flecks of gold leaf catching the light like shrapnel. Touch the surface and the impasto yields, warm and greasy, fingerprinting your skin with the artist’s fever. This is not a figure but a flaying in progress—every stroke a scalpel, every drip a scream still wet.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$5000 SOLD
“9”
Pyre of the Spiral Heart
Oil on canvas
A blast of kiln-hot air slams the senses—charred sandalwood and molten brass—rising from a vortex of arterial crimson that churns like blood in a severed artery. The heart of the canvas is a furnace womb: layers of vermilion glaze bubble and pop, releasing acrid wisps of turpentine that sting the eyes. Black tendrils—fresh from the palette knife—whip outward, still wet, slapping the air with a tacky thwack, each one trailing ochre sparks that hiss on contact with cooler rose and coral. A skeletal trumpet of scarlet bone juts upward, its bell dripping liquid gold that cools mid-fall into glassy stalactites, clinking softly in the mind. The background smolders in gradients of baked earth and bruised lilac, every brushstroke a fresh blister, every drip a bead of sweat rolling down fevered skin. Lean in and the impasto pulses—warm, greasy, alive—leaving your breath fogging the surface as the painting exhales its last, dying ember.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$6000
“13”
Magma Womb
Oil on canvas
A subterranean roar of liquid earth erupts—sulphur, wet clay, and sun-baked iron—steaming from fissures that glow like fresh lava veins. Ochre magma surges upward in slow, viscous waves, its surface cracking open to reveal a heart of molten gold that hisses and spits, cooling into glassy obsidian shards that clatter in the silence. Crimson undercurrents pulse beneath translucent amber skin, each throb releasing a humid breath of scorched resin and overripe persimmon. Black voids—still tacky—gape like fresh wounds, their edges rimmed in bruised plum that smells faintly of iodine and blood. Impasto ridges rise like fresh tectonic plates, warm and gritty under the tongue, flaking microscopic embers that sting the nostrils. The entire canvas exhales geothermal heat; press close and your pulse syncs with the slow, inexorable churn of the planet’s hidden womb—birthing, devouring, birthing again in an endless, sea
oil on canvas
100cm x 120cm
$5500
“17”
Reef of the Burning Sky
Oil on canvas
A salt-stung gale lashes the senses—brine, scorched coral, and sun-bleached bone—whipping across a horizon where cobalt oceans collide with molten dusk. The sky bleeds rust and amber, its surface blistered and peeling like sun-cracked hide, exhaling waves of heat that shimmer with the tang of iodine and hot copper. A skeletal tree of oxidized umber rises from the depths, bark flaking in papery curls that smell of driftwood and distant lightning; its branches drip viscous sap the color of dried blood, cooling mid-fall into brittle, amber icicles that clink against unseen stone. Below, cerulean waves churn with bioluminescent fury—each crest a slap of cold, electric foam that hisses on contact with the furnace air. Impasto ridges glisten like wet kelp, slick and gritty, leaving grains of pigment under your nails and the faint sting of reef cuts on your palms. Lean in and the canvas breathes tidal fire: inhale the ozone, taste the iron, feel the pulse of an ancient sea still boiling beneath a dying sun.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$6500
“21”
Nocturne in Bone and Ink
Oil on canvas
The air is a chilled scalpel—ozone, wet graphite, and the iron bite of midnight—slicing through a void that swallows light whole. A crescent moon of bone-white paint arcs across the dark, its surface slick with linseed that smells of cold steel and old parchment. Black pigment pools like spilled ink, still viscous, exhaling a faint hiss as it cools into glassy obsidian. Skeletal ribs of ivory fan outward, each ridge sharp enough to draw a bead of imagined blood, tasting of chalk and distant thunder. A single pale orb—milky, cataract-clouded—floats in the center, its pupil a pinprick of wet tar that drips downward in slow, deliberate tears, each drop plink-ing into silence. Impasto teeth gnash along the lower edge, gritty with ground charcoal that grates under the tongue. Press your ear to the canvas and hear the low, subsonic hum of a night creature breathing through cracked enamel—an ancient lullaby carved in negative space, exhaling frost and forgotten names.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$4500
“25”
Embered Wings at Twilight
Oil on canvas
A dying sun bleeds molten garnet across the sky, its heat thick with scorched resin and hot iron filings that grit the teeth. From the furnace horizon erupt skeletal wings—each feather a blade of hammered gold, still glowing from the forge, edges curling like burnt parchment that crackles under breath. Veins of liquid crimson pulse beneath translucent amber quills, dripping slow, viscous tears that hiss into violet steam on contact with the cooling indigo dusk. The air reeks of singed vellum and distant lightning; every impasto ridge is a fresh brand, tacky and blister-hot, releasing microscopic pops of turpentine and charred cedar. Lean close and the wings flex—an exhalation of ember-dust that stings the eyes, tastes of copper and ash, and leaves the faint imprint of flight seared across your skin. This is not a bird but a phoenix mid-immolation, its final heartbeat flaking gold into the encroaching night.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$5500
“29”
Forge of Fractured Light
Oil on canvas
A crucible of molten umber exhales blistering heat—scorched walnut, hot brass, and the acrid bite of fresh welds—its surface splitting open like iron hide under a hammer blow. Shards of liquid gold fracture across the dark, each splinter still dripping from the anvil, clanging softly in the mind as it cools into jagged amber scars. Crimson arteries snake through the chaos, pulsing with the wet thump of a heart ripped mid-beat, their edges rimmed in indigo flame that hisses and spits violet sparks. A single eye—molten topaz set in obsidian—glares from the tangle, its pupil a bead of fresh blood that rolls downward in slow, deliberate tears, leaving rust trails that smell of copper and rain on hot tin. Impasto ridges rise like fresh slag, tacky and blister-warm, flaking under imagined pressure to release microscopic bursts of turpentine and singed sinew. Touch it and your fingers come away branded, the canvas still breathing forge-fire and the low, metallic groan of creation under duress.
oil on canvas
100cm x 120cm
$7500
“33”
Voidseed
Oil on canvas,
A single drop of liquid obsidian hangs suspended in a womb of molten ochre—its surface still quivering, exhaling a breath of scorched earth and cold iron that tastes of rust on the back of the throat. The surrounding gold is fever-hot, blistered and tacky, radiating heat that warps the air into mirage. Where the black teardrop meets its cradle, pigment fuses in a slow, silent crack, releasing microscopic flecks of dried blood and turpentine that sting the nostrils. Two rust-red squares—fresh brands—pulse at the base like cauterized wounds, their edges weeping amber beads that cool into brittle scabs. Touch the canvas and the impasto yields, warm and greasy, imprinting your skin with the faint, wet thump of a heart that never quite beat. This is not a seed but a black hole mid-birth—swallowing light, birthing silence, still dripping from the void.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$4500
“37”
Tempest Seed
Oil on canvas
A cyclone sky of bruised cerulean exhales ozone and salt-stung wind, its surface rippling like water struck by unseen thunder. From the cobalt void erupt two skeletal spires—charred umber and rust, bark flaking in papery screams that smell of lightning-split pine and hot tar. Their trunks twist mid-scream, sap still oozing in slow, amber tears that hiss into steam on contact with the furnace ground below. A molten ribbon of vermilion and gold coils upward from the earth, thick as lava, its surface cracking open to release a breath of scorched cinnamon and molten brass. Impasto ridges glisten like wet kelp after a storm, tacky and warm, flaking under imagined pressure to release microscopic bursts of turpentine and singed resin. Lean in and the canvas pulses with the low, subsonic thrum of a world mid-birth—sky splitting, earth erupting, the seed of chaos still dripping from the storm’s clenched fist.
oil on canvas
100cm x 120cm
$4000 SOLD
“41”
Solar Ovum
Oil on canvas
A swollen sun of molten peach exhales blistering heat—sun-baked clay, overripe mango, and the faint char of distant feathers—its corona bleeding into a sky of bruised rose. From the furnace horizon erupts a crimson petal, slick with fresh lacquer that drips in slow, syrupy ropes, cooling into glassy scarlet veins that clink softly in the mind. Below, a swollen seedpod of indigo and obsidian splits open with a wet crack, oozing liquid gold that steams on contact with cooler teal and viridian coils—each curl exhaling a humid breath of orchid rot and hot copper. Impasto ridges rise like fresh welds, tacky and blister-warm, flaking under imagined pressure to release microscopic pops of turpentine and singed resin. Lean close and the canvas pulses: a heart ripped mid-beat, its juices still sizzling on the iron grate of the world, birthing a new sun from its own scorched womb.
oil on canvas
100cm x 120cm
$5000
“45”
Vulvic Caldera
Oil on canvas
A geothermal sigh of scorched peach and wet clay rises from the canyon’s throat—sun-baked flesh still steaming, exhaling the copper tang of fresh blood and hot stone. The upper ridge is a crown of brittle ochre lichen, flaking like sun-cracked skin, each curl releasing a breath of turpentine and distant wildfire. Below, roseate folds unfurl in slow, viscous waves, slick with glaze that beads and rolls like sweat on fevered skin. A black vortex yawns at the core—still tacky, still breathing—its rim rimmed in molten coral that hisses into violet steam. Impasto ridges glisten like wet scar tissue, warm and yielding, leaving the faint sting of salt and iron on the tongue. Press close and the canvas throbs: a womb mid-eruption, its pulse syncing with the low, subterranean thrum of the earth’s hidden furnace—birthing lava, birthing light, birthing silence in a single, searing gasp.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$4500
“2”
Arterial Lace
Oil on canvas
A hemorrhage of arterial crimson floods the senses—wet iron, crushed pomegranate, and the sharp sting of fresh incision—its surface still slick, still pulsing. White filaments of bone-lace erupt across the wound, each tendril etched with a scalpel’s bite, edges curling like cauterized nerves that twitch under breath. Veins of ivory glaze bead and drip, cooling into brittle scabs that flake with a sound like breaking teeth. The air reeks of turpentine and hot copper; every impasto ridge is a fresh suture, tacky and warm, releasing microscopic bursts of resin and singed flesh. Lean in and the canvas breathes: a heart flayed open mid-beat, its lacework still quivering, still bleeding into the void.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$5000
“6”
Fleshfields Under Storm
Oil on canvas
A bruised sky exhales ozone and wet wool, its cobalt belly slashed open by streaks of violet lightning that crackle with the scent of scorched earth. Below, rolling hills of sun-baked flesh—ochre, rust, and fevered peach—undulate like a body mid-breath, skin still tacky with fresh glaze that beads and rolls like sweat in the heat. A crimson valley gapes wide, its edges rimmed in indigo shadow that smells of iodine and distant rain on hot tin. Scattered white scabs—dried pigment, cracked open—dot the terrain, exhaling microscopic puffs of turpentine and singed grass. Impasto ridges rise like fresh welts, warm and yielding, leaving the faint sting of salt and iron on the tongue. Lean close and the canvas pulses: a landscape that is also a lover, storm-torn and still breathing, its heartbeat syncing with the low, subsonic thrum of thunder yet to break.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$5000
“10”
Infernal Bloom
Oil on canvas
A furnace breath of molten rust scalds the air, thick with the tang of scorched cinnamon and smoldering clove. Crimson spirals churn like arterial blood caught mid-spurt, exhaling heat that prickles the skin. A black void—slick as wet obsidian—gapes open, its rim rimmed in indigo flame that hisses and pops when the light shifts. From its depths erupts a petal of sun-bleached bone, its veins pulsing molten gold, each ridge tacky with fresh sap that smells of overripe fig. Lower still, a swollen seedpod splits with a wet crack, oozing amber resin that steams on contact with cooler greens—emerald, jade, poison ivy—coiling like smoke from a fresh brand. Impasto crusts flake under imagined pressure, releasing microscopic bursts of turpentine and charred petal. The entire canvas throbs: a heart ripped open mid-beat, its juices still sizzling on the iron grate of the world.
oil on canvas
100cm x 120cm
$4500
“14”
Nocturnal Gestation
Oil on canvas
Midnight indigo exhales frost and wet velvet, its surface still quivering with the scent of crushed nightshade and cold iron. A swollen crimson womb—slick as fresh placenta—arches against the void, its skin stretched taut, glistening with glaze that beads and drips like afterbirth. A golden sun-seed clings to the crown, still molten, exhaling heat that hisses into violet steam. Below, viridian tendrils unfurl from the earth—slick with chlorophyll and hot sap—each leaf edged in arterial red, pulsing with the wet thump of a hidden heart. Impasto ridges rise like fresh sutures, tacky and warm, flaking under breath to release microscopic bursts of turpentine and scorched petal. Lean in and the canvas breathes: a gestation in the dark, its pulse syncing with the low, subsonic thrum of a world still wet from the womb.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$5000
“18”
Abyssal Neural Bloom
Oil on canvas
A subterranean pulse of scorched umber and wet obsidian exhales cave-dank air—mold, hot copper, and the faint rot of buried bone. A single cyclopean eye—molten garnet set in tar—glare-fixes from the dark, its pupil a bead of fresh blood that dilates with each imagined heartbeat. Pale neural filaments erupt across the void, slick with albumin glaze that drips in slow, syrupy ropes, cooling into brittle ivory scabs that snap under breath. Crimson capillaries throb beneath translucent flesh, releasing a humid breath of iron and distant thunder. Impasto ridges rise like fresh cartilage, tacky and fever-warm, flaking microscopic shards of turpentine and singed tendon. Press close and the canvas convulses: a mind flayed open mid-thought, synapses still firing wet sparks into the endless black.
oil on canvas
100cm x 120cm
$4000 SOLD
“22”
Sanguine Ascension
Oil on canvas
A furnace of arterial crimson exhales hot iron and crushed rose—its surface slick, still pulsing with the wet thump of a heart mid-climb. A golden mask of fevered flesh looms at the apex, its single eye a slit of molten amber that drips slow, viscous tears down a throat of viridian and cobalt sinew. Below, limbs knot and unfurl—liquid bronze poured over tendon—each joint grinding with the scent of scorched resin and fresh marrow. Crimson petals peel open like fresh incisions, revealing a core of bruised plum and obsidian seed that steams with turpentine breath. Impasto ridges rise like fresh welts, tacky and blister-warm, flaking under imagined pressure to release microscopic bursts of copper and singed skin. Lean in and the canvas ascends: a body flayed mid-transformation, its pulse syncing with the low, subsonic roar of blood climbing toward the sun.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$5000
“26”
Fossilized Pulse
Oil on canvas
A sepulchral breath of wet peat and scorched bone exhales from the cracked earth—cold iron, fossil resin, and the faint rot of millennia. A single obsidian eye—still tacky, still weeping—glares from the tar, its rim rimmed in molten umber that hisses into amber steam. White neural ghosts coil across the void, each filament brittle as ancient tendon, snapping with a sound like frost on dead leaves. Crimson undercurrents pulse beneath translucent sepia skin, releasing a humid sigh of turpentine and distant thunder. Impasto ridges rise like exhumed cartilage, tacky and fever-cold, flaking microscopic shards of pigment and petrified marrow. Press close and the canvas exhales: a heartbeat trapped in stone, still wet, still trying to crawl back into the light.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$4500
“30”
Cocoon of Scorched Silk
Oil on canvas
A crypt-warm exhalation of singed silk and molten amber seeps from the dark—charred cocoon, wet with resin that beads like sweat on fevered skin. The pod hangs heavy, its shell cracked open in slow, deliberate fissures, exhaling a breath of turpentine and smoldering cedar. Inside, a skeletal form—still dripping—curls fetal, veins of liquid gold pulsing beneath translucent umber flesh, each throb releasing a faint crackle of cooling lacquer. Crimson shadows coil beneath, slick as fresh blood on obsidian, their edges rimmed in indigo smoke that stings the nostrils. Impasto ridges rise like fresh scar tissue, tacky and blister-hot, flaking under breath to release microscopic bursts of ash and marrow. Lean in and the canvas breathes: a metamorphosis mid-scream, silk burning to bone, the creature still wet from the fire that birthed it.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$5500
“34”
Venous Crucible
Oil on canvas
A furnace heart of liquid gold exhales scorched amber and wet iron, its chambers split open like a ribcage mid-surgery. Crimson arteries—still tacky—snake upward, pulsing with the wet thump of blood forced through molten stone, each valve dripping slow, syrupy tears that hiss into violet steam. Indigo shadows coil beneath translucent flesh, exhaling a breath of turpentine and singed tendon. A single black tendril—fresh from the palette knife—pierces the core, its tip still dripping obsidian that cools into glassy thorns. Impasto ridges rise like fresh welds, blister-warm and yielding, flaking under imagined pressure to release microscopic pops of resin and charred marrow. Lean close and the canvas convulses: a circulatory system flayed alive, still pumping fire through veins of gold, its final heartbeat seared into the pigment.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$4000
“38”
Pyre of the Hollow Moon
Oil on canvas
A dying sun exhales scorched ochre and hot copper, its breath warping the air into mirage. From the furnace horizon rises a pale lunar husk—bone-white, still tacky—its surface cracked open like a skull split by heat, exhaling a faint hiss of turpentine and cold marrow. Indigo shadows claw across the crimson sky, each silhouette sharp as obsidian shards, still dripping wet paint that slaps the canvas with a tacky thwack. A single golden eye—molten and weeping—floats in the lower void, its pupil a bead of fresh blood that rolls downward in slow, deliberate tears. Impasto ridges glisten like fresh lava crust, blister-warm and flaking, releasing microscopic bursts of ash and singed resin. Lean in and the canvas pulses: a moon mid-immolation, its hollow heart still breathing fire into the encroaching dusk.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$4000
“42”
Serpent’s Crucible
Oil on canvas
A cauldron of arterial rust exhales scorched cinnamon and wet obsidian, its belly split open by a serpent of liquid gold that coils mid-strike, fangs still dripping venom the color of molten brass. Crimson petals peel back like fresh incisions, revealing a core of bruised indigo and viridian seed that steams with turpentine breath. A single amber orb—milky, cataract-clouded—floats in the tangle, its pupil a bead of fresh blood that rolls downward in slow, deliberate tears. Impasto ridges rise like fresh welds, tacky and blister-warm, flaking under imagined pressure to release microscopic pops of resin and singed scale. Lean close and the canvas writhes: a heart flayed mid-transformation, serpent and flame fused in a final, searing embrace.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$5000
“3”
Dragonscale Pyre
Oil on canvas
A furnace wind of scorched vermilion lashes the senses—hot iron filings, crushed chili, and the acrid bite of fresh dragon’s blood. Scales of molten crimson overlap in fevered tessellation, each plate still tacky, still pulsing, exhaling microscopic hiss of turpentine and singed keratin. Golden fissures spider between them, oozing liquid amber that cools into glassy veins, clinking softly as they contract. The surface is a living hide—blister-warm, salt-crusted, flaking under breath to release bursts of resin and charred flesh. Lean in and the canvas flexes: a beast mid-shedding, its heart still hammering beneath the armor, every scale a fresh brand from the fire that forged it.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$6000
“7”
Siren’s Gutted Choir
Oil on canvas,
A rusted throat of arterial crimson exhales hot brine and scorched coral, its walls still dripping with the wet slap of sea-blood on iron. A pale turquoise carcass—half fish, half scream—lies eviscerated, ribs splayed in cracked glaze that flakes like salt-crusted bone. Black voids gape where eyes once burned, now filled with tarry pigment that bubbles and pops with trapped air. A single crimson square brands the gut, still smoking, its edges rimmed in indigo flame that hisses into violet steam. White tendrils—fresh from the knife—whip outward, still wet, slapping the canvas with tacky thwacks, trailing ochre sparks that sting the nostrils with turpentine and singed scale. Impasto ridges rise like fresh sutures, tacky and fever-warm, flaking under breath to release microscopic bursts of resin and gutted song. Lean in and the canvas gurgles: a siren flayed mid-cry, her final note still bleeding into the furnace dark.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$5000 SOLD
“11”
Mourning Orchid
Oil on canvas
A bruised rose sky exhales wet petals and cold iron, its surface still quivering with the scent of crushed orchids and fresh grave-soil. A black carapace—glossy as beetle shell—arches in silent scream, ribs etched in ivory glaze that drips like melted wax, cooling into brittle stalactites that clink softly in the mind. Golden petals unfurl from the spine, still tacky, still bleeding amber sap that hisses into violet steam on contact with the crimson ground. The air reeks of turpentine and funeral lilies; every impasto ridge is a fresh wound, warm and yielding, flaking under breath to release microscopic bursts of resin and singed stamen. Lean in and the canvas wilts: a flower mid-decay, its final bloom still dripping from the stem, petals curling like fingers around a throat that no longer breathes.
oil on canvas
100cm x 120cm
$5500
“15”
Heartship Adrift
Oil on canvas
A fevered sky of bruised lilac and sickly gold exhales wet ash and sun-bleached bone, its surface still dripping with the scent of scorched canvas and distant rain on hot tin. A crimson hull—half heart, half hull—tilts mid-sink, ribs splayed in arterial glaze that beads and rolls like blood on fevered skin. A single white sail of bone-white pigment flaps uselessly, still tacky, still slapping the air with a wet thwack. Below, viridian waves churn with bioluminescent fury—each crest a slap of cold, electric foam that hisses on contact with the furnace air. Impasto ridges glisten like wet kelp, tacky and warm, flaking under breath to release microscopic bursts of turpentine and singed sailcloth. Lean in and the canvas lists: a heartship foundering in its own blood, still beating, still trying to sail toward a sun that will never rise.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$4500
“19”
Shattered Altar
Oil on canvas
A cracked chapel of molten ochre exhales scorched incense and hot wax, its walls splintered into jagged shards of gold and umber that still drip from the knife. Black voids gape like broken stained glass, rimmed in arterial crimson that beads and rolls like fresh blood on marble. A skeletal ribcage of ivory glaze arches across the ruin, each bone etched with a scalpel’s bite, edges curling like burnt parchment that crackles under breath. The air reeks of turpentine and smoldering myrrh; every impasto ridge is a fresh fracture, tacky and blister-warm, flaking under imagined pressure to release microscopic bursts of resin and singed scripture. Lean in and the canvas collapses: an altar flayed mid-prayer, its final offering still bleeding into the furnace dark.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$4500
“23”
Wound of the Golden Maw
Oil on canvas
A furnace throat of molten vermilion exhales scorched honey and wet iron, its gullet split open by a golden maw that drips slow, viscous tears of liquid brass. Crimson petals peel back like fresh incisions, revealing a core of bruised obsidian and viridian seed that steams with turpentine breath. A single black tendril—still tacky—coils through the wound, its tip dripping tar that cools into glassy thorns. Impasto ridges rise like fresh scar tissue, blister-warm and yielding, flaking under breath to release microscopic pops of resin and singed flesh. Lean close and the canvas swallows: a mouth flayed mid-scream, still tasting the sun it tried to devour.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$5000
“27”
Carnal Crucifix
Oil on canvas
A furnace of arterial crimson exhales scorched flesh and hot copper, its air thick with the wet slap of skin on skin. A fractured body—half man, half scream—kneels in surrender, limbs twisted in liquid bronze that drips slow, syrupy ropes, cooling into amber scabs. The torso splits open like a pomegranate struck by lightning, seeds of indigo and viridian pulsing beneath translucent glaze that beads like sweat on fevered muscle. A single nipple—cracked open, rose-tinted—oozes milky pigment that smells faintly of copper and milk gone sour. Black voids gape where eyes once burned, now filled with tarry pigment that bubbles and pops with trapped breath. Impasto ridges rise like fresh welts, tacky and blister-warm, flaking under imagined pressure to release microscopic bursts of turpentine and singed tendon. Lean in and the canvas convulses: a crucifixion of the self, still bleeding, still begging, still burning in the furnace of its own desire.
oil on canvas
100cm x 120cm
$5500 SOLD
“31”
Eclipse of the Fractured Mare
Oil on canvas,
A solar hemorrhage of molten vermilion exhales scorched hide and hot pitch, its corona split by a cobalt blade that drips liquid dusk. The mare’s skull—ivory cracked open—arches in silent scream, a single crimson eye still weeping blood that beads and rolls like fresh tears on fevered bone. Black shards of obsidian mane whip outward, still wet, slapping the canvas with tacky thwacks, trailing ochre sparks that sting the nostrils with turpentine and singed mane. Golden petals unfurl from the throat, tacky and blister-warm, flaking under breath to release microscopic bursts of resin and charred muscle. Lean in and the canvas gallops: a beast mid-eclipse, its final breath still steaming from the furnace of a dying sun.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$5500
“35”
Cryptic Ossuary Oil
on canvas
A sepulchral fog of scorched umber and wet bone exhales cave-dank air—mold, hot resin, and the faint rot of centuries. White skeletal glyphs float in the tar, each rib and vertebra still dripping albumin glaze that cools into brittle ivory scabs, snapping softly in the silence. Golden fissures spider through the dark like molten marrow, pulsing with the low thump of a heart long buried. The air reeks of turpentine and smoldering parchment; every impasto ridge is a fresh exhumed joint, tacky and fever-cold, flaking under breath to release microscopic bursts of ash and fossilized scream. Lean in and the canvas whispers: an ossuary mid-ritual, bones still knitting, still trying to remember the name of the flesh that once held them.
oil on canvas
100cm x 120cm
$5000
“39”
Frenzy of the Crimson Choir
Oil on canvas
A volcanic chorus of arterial red erupts in scalding harmony—scorched brass, wet pomegranate, and the acrid bite of frenzied song. Turquoise throats split open mid-cry, ribs splayed in liquid glaze that drips like sweat on fevered lungs. Golden petals flare outward, still tacky, still pulsing, exhaling microscopic hiss of turpentine and singed vocal cords. Black voids gape where eyes once burned, now filled with tarry pigment that bubbles with trapped breath. Impasto ridges rise like fresh brands, blister-warm and flaking, releasing bursts of resin and charred hymn. Lean in and the canvas screams: a choir flayed mid-aria, voices still bleeding into the furnace of their own making.
oil on canvas
100cm x 120cm
$6000
“43”
Harpy of the Molten Nest
Oil on canvas
A blast furnace of scorched peach and arterial rust exhales wet feathers and hot marrow, its air thick with the crackle of singed pinions. The harpy’s torso—pale, fever-slick—arches in silent scream, nipples cracked open like split figs oozing milky pigment that smells of copper and curdled milk. A single obsidian eye glares from the elongated skull, its beak still dripping liquid crimson that cools into glassy stalactites. Black talons claw at the void, still tacky, still scraping the canvas with a wet scrrrt. Impasto ridges rise like fresh brands, blister-warm and flaking, releasing microscopic bursts of turpentine and charred down. Lean in and the canvas screeches: a creature mid-molt, flesh and flame fused, its final cry still steaming from the nest of its own burning.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$4500
“4”
Throne of the Void Flame
Oil on canvas
A cathedral of liquid obsidian exhales frost and molten gold, its nave split open by a single vertical eye—milky, cataract-clouded—that weeps slow, viscous tears of liquid dusk. Golden ribs arc upward like a ribcage forged in hellfire, each bone still tacky, still pulsing, exhaling microscopic hiss of turpentine and singed scripture. The throne’s seat is a black vortex, rimmed in viridian flame that crackles with the scent of scorched myrrh and cold iron. Below, a starburst of molten umber erupts from the earth, its petals curling like fingers around a throat that no longer breathes. Impasto ridges rise like fresh welds, blister-cold and flaking, releasing bursts of resin and charred incense. Lean in and the canvas intones: a throne mid-coronation, its occupant already devoured, the void still breathing through the eye that swallowed the sun.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$5000
“8”
Cradle of the Scorched Valley
Oil on canvas
A sun-bleached sky exhales dust and hot iron, its roseate haze still quivering with the scent of baked clay and distant wildfire. Below, the valley’s flesh—ochre, rust, and fevered crimson—lies split open like a body after the blade, its folds slick with glaze that beads and rolls like sweat on sun-cracked hide. Viridian veins pulse beneath translucent skin, exhaling a humid breath of chlorophyll and scorched resin. A single black vortex yawns at the core—still tacky, still breathing—its rim rimmed in molten gold that hisses into violet steam. Impasto ridges rise like fresh tectonic scars, warm and yielding, flaking under breath to release microscopic bursts of turpentine and singed earth. Lean in and the canvas throbs: a cradle mid-collapse, its heartbeat syncing with the low, subterranean thrum of a world still bleeding from the sun’s final kiss.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$4500
“12”
Womb of the Rusted Earth
Oil on canvas
A sun-scorched horizon exhales rust and hot bone, its sky a bruised lilac haze still dripping with the scent of baked blood and distant rain on tin. The earth’s belly—arterial crimson, ochre, and fevered umber—lies flayed open, folds slick with glaze that beads like sweat on a corpse left too long in the heat. Black voids gape like fresh wounds, rimmed in viridian rot that steams with turpentine breath. A single skeletal ribcage of molten gold arches across the ruin, each bone still tacky, still pulsing, exhaling microscopic crackle of cooling lacquer and singed marrow. Impasto ridges rise like fresh sutures, blister-warm and flaking, releasing bursts of resin and charred soil. Lean in and the canvas convulses: a womb mid-miscarriage, its final heartbeat still bleeding into the furnace of the world.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$5000
“16”
Ruptured Minaret
Oil on canvas
A furnace sky of molten vermilion exhales scorched saffron and hot copper, its haze still dripping with the scent of baked minaret and distant muezzin ash. A crimson dome—split open like a pomegranate struck by lightning—arches in silent collapse, its shards still tacky, still weeping amber glaze that beads and rolls like blood on fevered stone. Indigo shards claw upward, each spire sharp as obsidian, still wet, slapping the canvas with tacky thwacks. Below, viridian rot coils through the rubble, exhaling a humid breath of turpentine and singed calligraphy. Impasto ridges rise like fresh fractures, blister-warm and flaking, releasing microscopic bursts of resin and charred prayer. Lean in and the canvas crumbles: a minaret mid-fall, its final call still bleeding into the furnace dark.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$6000 SOLD
“20”
Vortex of the Coiled Sun
Oil on canvas
A throat of molten rust exhales scorched copper and wet nebula, its walls still dripping with the scent of sun-baked blood and distant plasma. At the core, a cobalt sun—fractured, still spinning—bleeds liquid gold in slow, deliberate spirals, each coil tacky and pulsing, exhaling microscopic hiss of turpentine and ionized air. Crimson fissures spider outward like solar flares frozen mid-burst, their edges rimmed in viridian flame that crackles with the tang of ozone and hot iron. Impasto ridges rise like fresh welds, blister-warm and flaking, releasing bursts of resin and charred corona. Lean in and the canvas pulls: a star mid-collapse, its final heartbeat still twisting down the gullet of the void.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$4000
“24”
Gullet of the Fevered Bloom
Oil on canvas
A throat of scorched vermilion exhales wet orchid and hot marrow, its walls still slick with the slap of petal on flesh. A swollen crimson vulva—split open mid-bloom—oozes liquid gold that beads and rolls like sap on fevered skin. Black voids gape like fresh incisions, rimmed in indigo rot that steams with turpentine breath. Pale tendrils—still tacky—coil through the wound, each filament dripping albumin glaze that cools into brittle ivory scabs. Impasto ridges rise like fresh sutures, blister-warm and flaking, releasing microscopic bursts of resin and singed stamen. Lean in and the canvas swallows: a flower flayed mid-orgasm, its final gasp still dripping from the gullet that devoured it.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$4500
“28”
Siren of the Scorched Tide
Oil on canvas
A tidal furnace of arterial crimson exhales brine and hot coral, its waves still slapping the air with wet thwacks of salt-crusted flesh. The siren’s torso—half woman, half scream—arches in molten amber, breasts cracked open like split figs oozing milky pigment that smells of copper and curdled milk. Indigo fins whip outward, still tacky, still dripping liquid dusk that cools into glassy stalactites. A single obsidian eye glares from the skull, its pupil a bead of fresh blood that rolls downward in slow, deliberate tears. Impasto ridges rise like fresh brands, blister-warm and flaking, releasing microscopic bursts of turpentine and singed scale. Lean in and the canvas lures: a siren mid-drowning, her final song still bleeding into the furnace of the tide.
oil on canvas
100cm x 120cm
$5000
“32”
Eclipse of the Crimson Seal
Oil on canvas,
A void of liquid obsidian exhales frost and scorched ink, its surface still quivering with the scent of wet calligraphy and cold iron. A single arterial sigil—fresh from the brush—burns at the core, its crimson still dripping, still pulsing, exhaling microscopic hiss of turpentine and singed blood. Black tendrils whip outward like calligraphic strokes frozen mid-scream, each line tacky and warm, flaking under breath to release bursts of resin and charred parchment. The white expanse is a scream of negative space, rimmed in umber rot that steams with distant thunder. Impasto ridges rise like fresh brands, blister-cold and yielding, leaving the faint sting of ink and iron on the tongue. Lean in and the canvas intones: a seal mid-binding, its final stroke still bleeding into the eclipse that swallowed the word.
oil on canvas
100cm x 120cm
$6000
“36”
Pyre of the Winged Heart
Oil on canvas
A furnace of arterial crimson exhales scorched feathers and hot marrow, its air thick with the crackle of singed pinions. A single white orb—milky, cataract-clouded—floats in the void, its pupil a bead of fresh blood that rolls downward in slow, deliberate tears. Black wings whip outward, still tacky, still dripping liquid dusk that cools into glassy stalactites. Crimson petals unfurl from the breast, blister-warm and flaking, releasing microscopic bursts of turpentine and charred heart-muscle. Impasto ridges rise like fresh brands, yielding under breath to release resin and singed quill. Lean in and the canvas ignites: a heart mid-flight, wings ablaze, its final beat still bleeding into the furnace dark.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm
$5000
“40”
Rama’s Crimson Bind
Oil on canvas,
A fevered chartreuse sky exhales wet parchment and scorched sandalwood, its surface still tacky with the scent of temple incense and sun-bleached bone. A sinuous deity—arterial crimson, still dripping—coils mid-dance, limbs knotted in liquid glaze that beads and rolls like blood on fevered bronze. A single black heart hangs suspended, its valves pulsing with the wet thump of devotion, exhaling microscopic hiss of turpentine and singed mantra. Indigo tendrils whip outward, fresh from the brush, slapping the canvas with tacky thwacks, trailing ochre sparks that sting the nostrils. Impasto ridges rise like fresh brands, blister-warm and flaking, releasing bursts of resin and charred lotus. Lean in and the canvas chants: Rama mid-binding, his final arrow still bleeding into the fevered void.
oil on canvas
100cm x 120cm
$5000
“44”
Nocturnal Orchid of the Veiled Eye
Oil on canvas
A crypt-warm breath of scorched umber and wet velvet exhales from the dark—crushed night-bloom and hot resin still dripping from unseen stems. A single ivory petal unfurls mid-scream, its throat split open to reveal a milky void that beads like fresh sap on fevered flesh. Black tendrils—still tacky—coil outward like calligraphic smoke frozen mid-curl, each stroke exhaling microscopic hiss of turpentine and singed stamen. Golden fissures spider through the gloom, pulsing with the low thump of a hidden heart. Impasto ridges rise like fresh scar tissue, blister-warm and flaking, releasing bursts of ash and charred pollen. Lean in and the canvas wilts: an orchid mid-metamorphosis, its veiled eye still weeping into the furnace of the night.
oil on canvas
90cm x 110cm