Chapter 1 of 7
The Thorn
At first there is a thorn, slowly killing me.
A single bristling seed on a field of rust. The dark strands trailing away from it look like it is already spreading.
Series
Series.
Some paintings belong together. A series is one story or one idea carried across several works, meant to be seen together.
A series in seven paintings · 50 × 60 cm · 2025
Resolutions
Seven paintings, one story: a thorn lodged inside, a fight with what lives there, decay, a wave of change, rest, and then love again.
A triptych · 50 × 60 cm · 2025–2026
DanBana
Three canvases built on one line: a band laid across the picture, bristling at its edges, with a mark beneath it.
A collection · 30 works · 2023–2026
Fukface collection
Faces that turned up in the paint: staring eyes, bared teeth, masks and mouths.
A collection in two series · 108 works · 2023–2024
Entropic
Entropy meets tropical: 108 small, fast works on paper and panel in hot colour. Order slides into disorder, here as you scroll.
A series in seven paintings · 50 × 60 cm · 2025
Resolutions.
These seven paintings tell one story. It starts with something small lodged inside, grows into a fight with what lives there, wears the body down, and breaks open into change. At the end there is rest, and then love again.
Chapter 2 of 7
The Demon
My demon, waiting in the background.
A fanged profile pushes out of the dark on the left, while a sour green light runs down beside it.
Chapter 3 of 7
The Scream
I scream at that annoying little wanker inside, the one who always wants something.
A large head bends down over a smaller one, its black bristles spilling toward it like a shout.
Chapter 4 of 7
Deteriorating
The conflict is draining me, and I am deteriorating.
A face is coming apart. The eye sockets have hollowed out and the grey ground is eating into the orange.
Chapter 5 of 7
The Wave
Things are changing and moving on. Confronting my demons, a wave of change emerges.
The only painting in the series without a figure. Red, white and orange roll through it as one wave.
Chapter 6 of 7
At Ease
I feel at ease.
The forms curl in on themselves and rest. The grey has softened into something like cloud.
Chapter 7 of 7
Love Again
Love again.
Two figures kiss. The orange that began as a wound is now simply skin, and the grey behind them glows.
The same orange runs through all seven. It starts out as a wound and ends as skin.
A triptych · 50 × 60 cm · 2025–2026
DanBana.
Three canvases built on the same line: a band laid straight across the picture, with growth bristling along its edges and a mark below it. From one painting to the next the band changes colour, from mauve to orange to burning red, and what lies beneath it opens up.
DanBana 1
A mauve band runs across a pale ground, fringed above and below with black bristles. Beneath it, a sewn-up wound sits in a grey hollow.
DanBana 2
The band turns orange under a black sky. Below, the ground is all black strokes, and a single orange thread is pulled through them.
DanBana 3
The band burns red. Two thorned black lines cross it like stitches, and below it a red burst breaks out of the grey.
A collection · 30 works · 2023–2026
Fukface collection.
Faces keep turning up in the paint. Some were meant to be there, most simply appeared: an eye in a swirl, teeth in a crack, a mask that stares straight back. Hung together, they become a crowd, and every one of them is looking at you.
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50 × 60 cm 5
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60 × 70 cm 2
60 × 80 cm 2
80 × 100 cm 2
However abstract it starts, sooner or later something looks back.
A collection in two series · 108 works · 2023–2024
Entropic.
The name is a play on two words: entropy and tropical. Order sliding into disorder, in hot, saturated, tropical colour. These are the earliest and smallest works, painted fast on paper and panel, where the forms of the later canvases first appear. Here they are hung the way they were made: the rows start out straight and slowly lose their hold.
Entropic · I
A5
Quick, loose studies on paper. Spirals, ribbons and colour fields spill across the sheet and dissolve: the first experiments, where the later language begins.
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Entropic · II
25 × 25 cm
Small square panels, worked densely. Crossing strokes, knots and fields of texture, where every order keeps slipping into disorder.
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Each painting starts with order. By the last one, entropy has taken over.