Cubism #1, 2020

At first glance, it’s a face.

But the longer you sit with it… the less certain that becomes.

This piece is a collision of fragments—color, shape, memory, noise—all layered into something that feels almost familiar, yet impossible to fully define. Bright geometric forms interrupt and rebuild the surface, while the expression underneath seems to shift depending on who’s looking.

Is it playful? Overstimulated? Masked? Becoming?

That’s the point.

This work was created for the one who doesn’t see the world in straight lines. The one who knows identity isn’t fixed—it’s collected over time. Built from experiences, contradictions, and moments that don’t always make sense until they do.

You won’t “figure this piece out” in one glance. You’ll return to it.

Because every time you do, something new clicks into place.

A color you didn’t notice. A tension you now recognize. A version of yourself you’re just beginning to understand.

This isn’t art that tells you what to think.

It’s art that thinks with you.

And in a world full of surface-level everything…

This is your reminder that depth still exists.