My painting is an emotional excavation, a vestige of the present in ruins. It is not an exercise in order nor a formal game, but the trace of a struggle between what collapses and what resists. Each piece is a battleground where matter, time, and memory dissolve and reconstruct themselves in an unstable balance.

I work at the edge between the built and the organic, where line, stain, and pigment fight for space like the remnants of a lost language. Cities crumble, and we cannot tell whether they are ruins of the past or omens of the future. Bodies fragment into mutant symbols. Nature devours what was once solid.

I do not seek answers or impositions. My painting is not just gesture or matter—it is an archive of ruins in progress, a cartography of symbols that persist beyond collapse. In a world where crisis has become permanent and certainties disintegrate, Visceral Abstraction does not merely reflect reality; it confronts it, dismantles it, and turns it into something else.

I do not paint for passive contemplation. I paint to leave the viewer with the feeling of having witnessed something brutally honest.

Because when everything collapses, the only thing left is images.