Eyenus
The divine eye that keeps watch. Look long enough, and you will see its end.
2025
Painting
Oil on canvas
100 cms diameter
Eye Eye Eye!
Eyenus
Yep!
Nope!
Visceroboros
Fuck you, you, you, you and you, too!
Ass it is
Belly Buttony
The Button
Identities
Eyefall
RumRumRumination
Ruminative Landscapes
MiniRuminini
Between heaven and earth, between the eye and the ass, lies the land of the unconscious hidden inside the body. It is matter burdened by itself, which, like woman to woman, drives tears to the eyes, above which eyebrows are missing, that would protect them against the darkened sky.
What do you know of what is happening between your two ends, when you are not there? You are your physical states, you pawn them, you trade them for sweet, for salty, for pork, for dumpling, for human warmth. Emotions causing emotions causing emotions.
The night presses against your body the remnants of the universe, so under their light you see yourself fully naked. You search in the dark, in yourself, in the park, on the internet for islands of peace and quiet, where beauty will be eternal and granted.
To which the universe replies: “Finiteness? Enough! If you want continuous bliss, touch the light, touch the star, get stained, accept yourself!”
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Yep!
She said an endless “yes” to life before language was invented. The eternal Yes! belongs only to her and she feels so complete in it.
2025
Painting
Oil on canvas
120 x 90 cms
Nope!
She says “no” not to deny the world, but to define it. Every “no” she utters redraws the borders of her own existence.
2025
Painting
Oil on canvas
120 x 90 cms
Visceroboros
Shit. With an anus. In gilded frame.
Waste reproducing itself. It spits its own excrement ahead, collects it while moving forward — and thus keeps itself alive.
2025
Painting
Oil on canvas + golden frame
30 x 45 cms without frame
Fuck you, you, you, you and you, too!
Like a fakir, she is a fuckir — a body that holds within herself positions of inner peace and tranquility, and is not afraid to openly share them with all of you.
2025
Painting
Oil on canvas
120 x 90 cms
Ass it is
To be a body sounds like a humming in the head that seeps through matter, until every fat fold is smoothed into a Paleolithic marble pebble – a tiny god of solitude, capable of swallowing all the fears of women.
2025
Painting
Oil on canvas
100 x 80 cms
Belly Buttony
You can’t count how many buttons you’ll create if you try to check them all. Count with me: “Belly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly…” – and there you are, lost again. So here we go once more.
2025
Painting
Oil on canvas
100 x 80 cms
The Button
A crumpled keepsake dwelling in a soft leather fold — in a crease that, like an eyelid, with every blink rolls across half-dead flesh like a sea wave, only to expose, at each low tide, the same scar of the beginning.
2025
Painting
Oil on canvas
40 cms diameter
Identities
Your eyes immerse me into you, your fat folds devour me.They wrap me inside themselves
like an apple in a robe they gum me toothlessly between them and try to dissolve me in the saliva of their sweat.
I have never felt so tight as when you are physical.
2025
Painting
Oil on canvas
120 x 90 cms
Eyefall
Eye eye eye, tell me everything I don’t know!
Eye eye eye, promise me that it will be ok!
Your landscape opened up and swore to soothe my dryness!
Are you sure you’re not a trap?
2025
Painting
Oil on canvas
100 cms diameter
RumRumRumination
A thought that stayed in the pot for too long. Half root, half brain, slowly simmering in its own soup of meaning. Nothing burns — it just thinks itself into exhaustion.
2025
Painting
Oil on canvas
90 x 70 cms
Ruminative Landscapes
Ruminative landscapes form where the body keeps returning to the same place. Not to arrive, but to wear the thought into flesh.
2021
Drawing
Graphite on paper
50 x 70 cms each
MiniRuminini
MiniRuminini are fragments of inner terrain shaped by repetition. What looks like abstraction is only the body thinking quietly.
2025
Drawing
Graphite on paper
14,8 x 21 cms each
