Something feels like it’s about to begin, but never does neither near nor far. Suspended on the thin line between being held and being left. Nothing is fully taken, nothing truly let go. Everything seems frozen in a moment of decision; it could have been carried away, yet it remains. It could have stayed, yet insists on leaving.

Description:

Dimensions: 110 x 110 cm (2cm depth)

Medium: Acrylic on canvas

2025

One of a Kind’

A Flesh in Suspension

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