Portraits

We are not a portrait, an instant moment of reward or catharsis. We are a continuous struggle, yearning, and physical challenge. We strive to break free from the monotony and weariness in the realm of storytelling. The true essence of life lies in accumulating stories and experiences that overflow with happiness. However, in our quest to perfect our roles and enhance efficiency through technology, we’ve also come across shameless self-centeredness, the fleeting nature of social media stories, the allure of “Likes”, the changing perspectives of femininity, and the prevalence of filters that make their users uneasy. These masks, now stripped of their protection, have become the norm. We continue to search for tales and legendary figures, but we are becoming more commonplace, content with applauding mediocrity for the sake of tolerance and hyper-inclusivity, while becoming intolerant of poetry and absolute truth. It seems that the new purpose of our existence is to impress others (our portrayal, our theater) and engage in foolishness. The value is given to appearances over intellect, and curvaceous figures represent epic treasures. We are not just a fleeting moment or a quick source of satisfaction.

—Oh women beyond make-up and flesh, we are moved by the nuances of a good character, chapters to come, psychological commerce, the inexhaustible consumption of coexistence, and extrasensory poetry. Passion matters more than appearance. Providence over myth. And picnics without clothes. And games with rhymes. And hours of joy.

Io is under bullfighting kidnapping.

Oil / linen

62 x 47 cm

Danae inside the golden mist.

Oil / linen

62 x 45 cm

Pasithea’s dilemma.

Acrylic and oil/canvas

61 x 42.5 cm

Vulcan betrayed.

Oil/canvas

68 x 45 cm