"Digital compositions, translated into timeless visual metaphors"
Fine Art Prints
My fine art prints are a play of form, color, and concept. They explore the tension between structure and chaos, the visible and the suggested. Each piece is a visual language, a constructed reality that challenges perception and invites contemplation. It is not decoration; it is a dialogue.
"Geometric Odyssey"
This constructivist grid organizes the chaos of travel into a symphony of structured forms. Like a mosaic, singular photographic moments—both black-and-white and vibrant color—are contained within their panels, while others bleed across boundaries, defying the rigid architecture. A central divided square acts as a pivotal diptych, a story within the story, anchoring the composition’s dynamic energy.
The work transcends mere documentation to become a metaphysical map. The rotational freedom of the panels reflects the subjective nature of experience and memory. It questions whether we ever see a place right-side up, proposing that true understanding comes from viewing life—and art—from every possible angle.
"Happiness… What Makes Yours"
Bold typography cuts through a visual symphony of chaos and longing. The stark question “Happiness…” hangs in the air, its red punctuation a wound in the field of intense blue. Behind it, a coded language unfolds—birds in flight, intertwined hands, gestural paint strokes—each a potential fragment of an answer or another layer of the inquiry. The composition balances rawness with harmony, mirroring the tension between seeking and being.
This work is more than a question; it is a mirror held to the soul’s deepest yearning. It does not define joy but creates a space for its contemplation, challenging the viewer to sift through the vibrant chaos of life and name what truly sustains them. The answer, like the artwork itself, remains personal, unfinished, and beautifully unresolved.
"Threshold"
This diptych is a visceral map of a psyche at its breaking point. The grayscale chaos is not a city, but the internal scream of overwhelm—a world where time fractures and the self is buried beneath demands. The hands pressing down are the weight of expectation itself. This turmoil bleeds imperceptibly into the green tranquility below, which whispers not of a place, but a state of being: a memory of peace or a desperate yearning for it, their edges dissolving into one another.
The true subject is the unresolved threshold, a blurred space of constant negotiation. The pervasive question mark is the work's nervous system, the silent scream within the struggle. It does not offer answers but makes the viewer complicit in the search, asking if we can ever truly cross from the noise back into the quiet.