2026
Mixed media on canvas
100cm x 110cm
My self portrait emerges from sporadic months of insomnia. Those long, disorienting hours when the boundary between being awake and sleep blur. The acid green and deep cobalt capture the strange luminosity of night. I’m alert, but tired. I’m listening and thinking, yet I’m hollowed out - my eyes cracked watching the clock. 10:30pm, 12am, 2:20am, 4:45am, waiting for my alarm at 6:15am.
Exhausted, I’m a figure hovering between presence and absence, neither fully here nor gone. The open window is both literal and metaphorical. A mind that cannot peacefully close in a night that refuses to end.
2026
Mixed media on canvas
100cm x 110cm
My self portrait emerges from sporadic months of insomnia. Those long, disorienting hours when the boundary between being awake and sleep blur. The acid green and deep cobalt capture the strange luminosity of night. I’m alert, but tired. I’m listening and thinking, yet I’m hollowed out - my eyes cracked watching the clock. 10:30pm, 12am, 2:20am, 4:45am, waiting for my alarm at 6:15am.
Exhausted, I’m a figure hovering between presence and absence, neither fully here nor gone. The open window is both literal and metaphorical. A mind that cannot peacefully close in a night that refuses to end.
