10/05/2026
A different palette than I’d usually let myself drift into.
Warmer, heavier, almost nicotine-stained in places. Rusts, bruised peaches, muddy ambers. Colours that feel like they’ve been sitting in the air for years absorbing conversations.
I’ve been thinking a lot about bodies as echoes lately. Not portraits exactly. More like emotional residue pressed into a room. The spaces between people becoming just as important as the people themselves.
This one kept dissolving every time I tried to define it too clearly, so I stopped fighting that. Let the edges soften. Let the faces blur into something uncertain and shifting.
I think I trust paintings more when they withhold a little.
