Shattered Glass scapes and broken Icons

In my art, I take cultural icons and shatter them. From the fragments, I then reassemble them. Voilà—the work is complete.

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paintings

I am often asked about the time invested in a painting. The answer is inherently tied to scale—not of pixels, but of intention. The true variable is the constellation of shards within the work. A piece may contain dozens, or it may hold thousands. Each fragment demands meticulous rendering, meaning a vast composition can consume weeks or months, while a more intimate one may resolve in days.

Here are a few of my larger paintings.

inner fragments

This work visualizes the pursuit of inner peace not as a seamless whole, but as a gathered mosaic of self. It depicts a psychic landscape of scattered fragments—each shard representing a felt emotion, memory, or aspect of self, perceived within the vessel of the body. The process is not one of erasure, but of attentive assembly: to first discover, then fully accept each distinct piece. The final, emergent composition is a larger, integrated form. Yet the true self is implied as the silent witness—the consciousness on another plane, looking upon this assembled "piece" of being with a knowing, serene smile.

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Relic Foundations

This painting explores the fragmented inheritance of classical ideals. It is a vision of dehumanization and forced cohesion, where marble limbs are merged into a single, looming aggregate form, suggesting a species unified not by choice, but by the weight of collective history. A stark, diagonal fissure cuts across the composition, creating a visceral sense of slippage.

The work also speaks to the personal past. To know your history is to be shaped by it, but to be defined by it is to be trapped, limiting present potential. Yet, the painting posits that a complete reckoning is an illusion. Within the fractured marble, in shadowed crevices and obscured joins, lie hidden facets and unexamined secrets. The past, like these classical icons, is a broken relic we assemble—always incomplete, always holding something just out of view.

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BorEal de cadence

Sometimes it's best not to say too much about the meaning behind a painting, as it can infer in the free interpretation of the observer. Also, to a large part I myself cannot say what the meaning is, as my artistic process incorporates my subconsciousness immensely, and I still discover hidden meanings myself every time I look at it again. There are, however, many conscious decisions of trying to hide figurations in the abstracted shards.

So feel free to freely interpret this piece by yourself and try to discover something in the fragments.

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Saga power

This piece is inspired by the Manga series 'Berserk'. It's an epic tale set in a dark fantasy world. What I learned from it is that true beauty can be truly horrifying.

The piece was distributed to over 20,000 people. I started my artistic journey on the Solana blockchain, and I will never forget the love and support I received from so many of my early art collectors. 'SAGA POWER' is a tribute that extends to the entire Solana community. It stands as a lasting artifact of a collective journey, merging iconic narrative strength with the forging of a new technological frontier.

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The Glass Between Us

This work visualizes the isolating architecture of the egoic mind. Where these polished selves meet, they do not embrace but fracture, sending sharp, beautiful shards into the space between. This is the fragmentation born of relationship, where rigid self-possession creates mutual damage.

The central tension lies in the nature of the pane itself. Does it function as a mirror, trapping each figure in the prison of its own reflection?

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Bittersweet life

This painting embodies the vertiginous shift when the ground of “normal” life reveals itself as illusion. It visualizes the first good day—the day of terrifying, lucid freedom.

The scene is a field in overwhelming bloom, a sea of flowers representing beauty, peace, and a suffocating, expected serenity. The face, however, is submerged within the flowers, as if drowning in the very symbol of perfection. The line between idyll and horror, sanity and insanity, is as fine as a petal’s edge.

The title's truth lingers like a metallic taste. Life is sweet, yet my teeth are already full of holes. Here, the sweetest shards are the ones that cut the deepest.

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Painting process:

shattered portraits