Artworks
Artworks
Artworks
Artworks
Artwork:
Cleanliness is next to Godliness
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The feline subject, a living icon of sacred self-devotion. In a contorted pose of introspection, the subject performs a silent liturgy. Its body a temple, its movements a prayer. The artist conjures echoes of monastic ritual and divine ablution, cloaking the ordinary in the vestments of the eternal. The cat’s indifference to the viewer is not arrogance, but transcendence. A reminder that true sanctity is inward, unbothered by the gaze of the profane. This is not mere hygiene; it is a cosmic ablution, a feline eucharist in fur and flesh.
Artwork:
Cleanliness is next to Godliness
Sold
The feline subject, a living icon of sacred self-devotion. In a contorted pose of introspection, the subject performs a silent liturgy. Its body a temple, its movements a prayer. The artist conjures echoes of monastic ritual and divine ablution, cloaking the ordinary in the vestments of the eternal. The cat’s indifference to the viewer is not arrogance, but transcendence. A reminder that true sanctity is inward, unbothered by the gaze of the profane. This is not mere hygiene; it is a cosmic ablution, a feline eucharist in fur and flesh.
Artwork:
Cleanliness is next to Godliness
Sold
The feline subject, a living icon of sacred self-devotion. In a contorted pose of introspection, the subject performs a silent liturgy. Its body a temple, its movements a prayer. The artist conjures echoes of monastic ritual and divine ablution, cloaking the ordinary in the vestments of the eternal. The cat’s indifference to the viewer is not arrogance, but transcendence. A reminder that true sanctity is inward, unbothered by the gaze of the profane. This is not mere hygiene; it is a cosmic ablution, a feline eucharist in fur and flesh.
Artwork:
Slef Portrait
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The artist offers not a body, but a landscape. Raw, unadorned, and sacred. His unclothed form, erotic and exposed. A vessel of truth carved by time and vulnerability. Light caresses the canvas as forgiveness, while his lines comment on the unspoken. Here, beauty is not performed but unearthed, excavated from beneath layers of shame and expectation. A pilgrimage through flesh toward spirit. It is a portrait of reclamation, where the body becomes scripture and the soul.
Artwork:
Slef Portrait
Sold
The artist offers not a body, but a landscape. Raw, unadorned, and sacred. His unclothed form, erotic and exposed. A vessel of truth carved by time and vulnerability. Light caresses the canvas as forgiveness, while his lines comment on the unspoken. Here, beauty is not performed but unearthed, excavated from beneath layers of shame and expectation. A pilgrimage through flesh toward spirit. It is a portrait of reclamation, where the body becomes scripture and the soul.
Artwork:
Slef Portrait
Sold
The artist offers not a body, but a landscape. Raw, unadorned, and sacred. His unclothed form, erotic and exposed. A vessel of truth carved by time and vulnerability. Light caresses the canvas as forgiveness, while his lines comment on the unspoken. Here, beauty is not performed but unearthed, excavated from beneath layers of shame and expectation. A pilgrimage through flesh toward spirit. It is a portrait of reclamation, where the body becomes scripture and the soul.
The Artist
His retreat from public life is not a withdrawal, but a deliberate act of preservation. In solitude, he cultivates a visual language that speaks directly to the soul.
– Photographed by James Moore.
– Photographed by Terry Richardson
His canvases, sanctuaries, where colour becomes a conduit for feeling. Each hue is chosen not for harmony, but honesty, revealing the quiet storms and tender reckonings that shape his inner world.
Through colour, he paints emotion in its purest state. He keeps his palette fluid, responding to the emotional temperature of each piece. There is no formula, only feeling. In this way, his work resists interpretation and invites immersion. Viewers do not decode his paintings; they feel them, as one might feel the weather or the weight of memory.
His canvases, sanctuaries, where colour becomes a conduit for feeling. Each hue is chosen not for harmony, but honesty, revealing the quiet storms and tender reckonings that shape his inner world.
Through colour, he paints emotion in its purest state. He keeps his palette fluid, responding to the emotional temperature of each piece. There is no formula, only feeling. In this way, his work resists interpretation and invites immersion. Viewers do not decode his paintings; they feel them, as one might feel the weather or the weight of a memory.
