Titel: Positivity Is The Best Therapy. Year: 2024 Dimensions: 120 x 90 Technique: Acrylic, glue and attachements ______________________________________ In the chaotic symphony of existence, where entropy reigns and uncertainty looms, 'positivity' is not a mere emotion—it is an act of defiance. This painting, a raw explosion of color and movement, does not whisper optimism; it 'shouts' it. The torn, distorted fabric of the canvas is not a wound, but a transformation—a metamorphosis where destruction and beauty converge. Positivity is a cognitive choice, an internal alchemy that turns suffering into strength. Neuroscience tells us that the brain rewires itself through repeated exposure to thought patterns. Optimism is not ignorance of pain, but a rebellion against its dominion. It is the 'therapeutic brushstroke' that shapes the mind’s reality. In this work, blue and yellow clash and dance, a reflection of struggle and illumination. The ruptured core is not broken, it is expanding. Growth is rarely gentle. It fractures, it bends, it redefines. The question remains: Is positivity a shield or a weapon? A refuge or a challenge? The answer lies within the viewer, for this is not just a painting—it is a mirror. In every distortion, a reflection of the self, daring us to heal.
Titel: The Essence Of A Perfect Man Lies In His Imperfection. Year: 2024 Dimensions: 120 x 90 Technique: Acrylic, glue and attachements ______________________________________ Perfection is a mirage, a cruel illusion that deceives those who chase it. This painting, an eruption of movement and rupture, reminds us that the essence of true greatness is not found in flawlessness, but in the cracks, the distortions, the raw textures of a life lived authentically. Imperfection is the birthplace of growth. Neuroscience confirms that our brains adapt through struggle, forging new pathways with every failure. The so-called "perfect man" is a paradox, for his wisdom, his depth, his artistry—are all carved from the very imperfections that define him. In this piece, we witness controlled chaos, a burst of energy where the fabric of expectation is pulled, stretched, and fractured, revealing an unfiltered truth. The vibrant streaks of blue and yellow, the punctured center—this is not destruction, but *becoming.* This is a challenge to the viewer: Do you dare embrace your own fractures, your own jagged edges? To be whole is not to be flawless, but to be willing to unravel, to expand, to rewrite yourself endlessly. For within imperfection lies the unshakable core of the human experience—resilient, evolving, and profoundly alive.
Titel: Judgements Are Noise, Preventing To Hear The Melody In Your Thoughts. Year: 2024 Dimensions: 120 x 90 Technique: Acrylic, glue and attachements ______________________________________ The mind is a symphony, an intricate orchestra of ideas, reflections, and revelations. Yet, too often, external judgments infiltrate this sacred space, distorting the melody of our inner world into dissonance. This painting, raw and untamed, captures the struggle between external noise and internal harmony. Negative judgments trigger the amygdala, igniting fear, self-doubt, and emotional turbulence. Neuroscience suggests that chronic exposure to criticism reshapes neural pathways, drowning our intuition beneath waves of insecurity. But when we silence the external clamor, we allow our true essence to emerge, undisturbed, and resonant. The painting’s ruptured canvas embodies this internal tension; the fabric stretches, twisting under the weight of unseen pressure. Vivid streaks of electric green, violet, and pink pulse like chaotic frequencies, colliding yet yearning to align. Embedded within, the quote serves as both an indictment and an invitation: will you let the judgments of others dictate your rhythm, or will you reclaim your melody? To see clearly, one must listen deeply. And to listen deeply, one must first quiet the noise. In this silence, your mind becomes the composer, your thoughts the music, and your soul the instrument of its own liberation.
Titel: Inhale What You Understand, Exhale What Others Don't Understand. 2024 125 x 90 Acrylic, glue, print and attachements
Titel: Self Confidence Isn't About Being Accepted Or Not. But It's All About Who 'YOU' Want To Accept In Your Bubble. When You Are Ready To Set The Rules Of Acceptance Instead Of Undergoing Them, You Will See... Magic Will Happen!!! People Will Change Their Attitude Against You. And If They Don't, You're Fine With It. 2024 125 x 90 Acrylic, glue, print and attachements
Titel: That What Pulls You Down, Will Lift You Up. 2024 125 x 90 Acrylic, glue, and attachements
Titel: The Size Of Shit Depends On The Size Of The Asshole. 2024 125 x 90 Acrylic, glue, print and attachements
Titel: Accept It, Give It Time, Give It Space, Relax And Move On 2024 125 x 90 Acrylic, glue, print and attachements
Titel: I Love Those Who Walked Out Of Hell Carying Torches Of Fire For Them Who Are Still In Their Darkness. 2024 125 x 90 Acrylic, glue, print and attachements
Titel: No Masterpiece Has Been Created By Coloring Within The Lines. 2024 125 x 90 Acrylic, glue, print and attachements
Titel: Defeat First Your Ego Before Fighting The Lion. 2024. Technique: Acryl, glue and attachements. 125 x 90.
Titel: You Are Just Part Of The Whole Thing, Even Unwanted. Just Try The Oposite Way, And The Whole Shit Will Hit You Back To Reality. 2024 125 x90 Acrylic, glue, print and attachements
Titel: Let The Butterfly In You Decide In Freedom Where To Be Well Received. 2024 125 x90 Acrylic, glue, print and attachments
Titel: Strong Winds Make Strong Trees. 2024 125 x 90 Acrylic, glue and attachements
Titel: Every Encounter Has A Lesson To Reveil. 2024 125 x 90 Acrylic, glue and attachements
Titel: Black Holes Are The Testament To The Infinite Dance Of Time. 2024. Technique: Acryl, glue and attachements. 125 x 90.
Titel: When They Say To Me "Go To Hell", It Actually Brings Over Me A Saturday Night Feeling. 2024. Technique: Acryl, glue, print and attachements. 125 x 90.
Titel: A Storm That Rocks Your Life Can Make A Mess And Clear Things Out At The Same Time. 2024. Technique: Acryl, glue, print and attachements. 125 x 90.
Titel: Life Is A Lightning Bolt Between Two Infinities. 2024. Technique: Acryl, glue, print and attachements. 125 x 90.
Titel: The Unlived Will Remain. Year: 2025. Technique: Acryl, glue, print and attachements. 120 x 90.
Titel: When People Try To Apreciate Art, They Try To Imagine What The Artist Might Have Thinking About. But In Reality It Was A Brain Functioning Breakdown From The ArtisT. 2024. Technique: Acryl, glue, print and attachements. 125 x 90.
Titel: Most of the Time I Scream Out Silence Year: 2025. Technique: Acryl, glue, sillicone and print. Dimensions: 125 x 90. ______________________________________ Silence is never empty. It is the unsung scream, the whisper of the unseen, the abyss between thought and expression. We navigate existence wrapped in a paradox—longing to be heard, yet fearing to be known. Silence is a language of its own, a vessel for the unspeakable. The nervous system, ever attuned to survival, stores unexpressed emotions like echoes trapped within the body. Silence tells us that unspoken words can manifest as tension, as longing, as an ache deep within the subconscious. Silence is not absence—it is compressed presence, waiting to explode into form. What does it mean to scream in silence? Perhaps it is the deepest form of communication, a language of intensity beyond words. Abstract expressionism, in its raw gestures and unfiltered movements, embodies this scream—where color and form become the voice of the unspeakable. This work does not whisper—it howls. It dares the viewer to listen beyond sound, to read between the lines of presence and absence. And so, it asks: what do 'you' scream when no one is listening? And in the vastness of that silence, who—if anyone—truly hears?
Titel: Life Is A Lifelong Addiction Year: 2025. Technique: Acryl, glue, sillicone and print. Dimensions: 120 x 90. ______________________________________ Life, in its essence, is an addiction—a ceaseless craving for more. More moments, more meaning, more existence. We are tethered to time, intoxicated by experience, ensnared by the need to feel. I see this addiction as the paradox of being: we fear death, yet we are consumed by life. This addiction is rooted in the brain’s reward system. Dopamine fuels our pursuit of love, art, and discovery. We chase the fleeting high of joy, of connection, of creation—only to find ourselves in withdrawal when silence follows. Even suffering becomes addictive, for pain reminds us that we are. In the language of abstract expressionism, this painting does not seek to depict life—it embodies it. Swaths of color pulse like neural circuits firing; erratic brushstrokes mirror the unpredictability of time. It is raw, visceral—a confession of existence itself. But is this addiction a curse or a gift? Is it a chain or a lifeline? The answer is yours to define. This work does not demand understanding—it demands feeling. For in the end, to live is to crave, to lose, to long, and to embrace the exquisite intoxication of being.