- Spring's Eve Dream -

What if eternal youth wasn't a myth, but a choice? This series began with an old legend — the golden apples of Avalon, symbol of immortality and absolute knowledge. But I don't paint fairy tales. I paint the collision between that ancient dream and our strange, sped-up world.
Imagine an apple. Now imagine it part living tissue, part algorithm, part relic. That's the feeling I try to catch.

The works here live on the edge between painting and object. They're not flat. Some have textures you want to touch, inclusions that break the surface, almost like fragments of another dimension. Why? Because time itself is one of the materials. I call them "time capsules" — each piece holds not just paint, but questions, fears, hopes about where we're going.

Look closer. You might smell the oil, see the gold catch the light, feel the weight of something ancient and something not-yet-born at the same time.
This series doesn't give answers. It gives you a space to choose. Between the present and the future. Between burning out — or finding your own way to live.