Oil on canvas, 10 × 10 inches
Metanoia marks the beginning of this body of work. It holds a single figure in a moment of internal shift—subtle, and difficult to name. The change is not dramatic or declarative. It is sensed before it is understood.
The figure’s face tilts upward, eyes unfixed, breath caught between states. Light gathers unevenly across the skin, pressing warmth into shadow. The surrounding space remains unstable, neither fully enclosing nor releasing the figure. What’s happening here is interior, but it registers outward through posture and breath.
This painting is not about resolution. It is about the instant when a way of being loosens - the turn of the key. The body absorbs the change first. Language comes later.
Metanoia gave shape to the questions that followed: how transformation is carried, how it shows up physically, how it resists clarity. The works that came after extend from this moment outward.
Oil on canvas, 10 × 10 inches
Metanoia marks the beginning of this body of work. It holds a single figure in a moment of internal shift—subtle, and difficult to name. The change is not dramatic or declarative. It is sensed before it is understood.
The figure’s face tilts upward, eyes unfixed, breath caught between states. Light gathers unevenly across the skin, pressing warmth into shadow. The surrounding space remains unstable, neither fully enclosing nor releasing the figure. What’s happening here is interior, but it registers outward through posture and breath.
This painting is not about resolution. It is about the instant when a way of being loosens - the turn of the key. The body absorbs the change first. Language comes later.
Metanoia gave shape to the questions that followed: how transformation is carried, how it shows up physically, how it resists clarity. The works that came after extend from this moment outward.
