Come closer. Blink twice. Welcome to my world.
Where the rules are whispered, then immediately broken, I curate chaos, bottle dreams, and hang riddles on the walls. Here, paint argues with canvas, eavesdrops on your thoughts, and the absurd is not a genre—it’s a principle. This is no ordinary art space. This is a wormhole stitched with threadbare logic and gold leaf contradiction.
The Fallen Prince
She bloomed for no one else. He fell for her. He fell for everything.
2026
Beware of person
He wore a human face.
2026
Sotvorenie
Michelangelo painted God. The internet painted over him. The gap remains the same.
2026
Inside
They all screamed with the same mouth.
2025
Void
The abyss grew hands. He grew wings of furniture. Both reached. Neither arrived.
2023
Country
The hands bloomed every spring. No one came to hold them.
2023
Reflection of introversion
The workers clocked in every morning to renovate a feeling no one could name. The window left on its own. The heart was still under construction. He stood very still, pretending to be finished.
2024
Working hours
The flamingos built a living room. The shadows outside pressed their faces to the glass. Nobody remembered who was in the cage.
2024
She
He stood on her lighthouse, searching the horizon. She leaned from her upside-down city, searching for him. The ocean between them was just a detail.
2024
Sazerac
Inside the glass, a whole world was still figuring itself out. A ship anchored to a lemon. Someone played piano by the shore. She lifted it to her lips and swallowed the evening whole.
2024
Peach with girls
Serov’s girl left the table. The peach rolled to the floor. Tiny women moved in and made a summer out of the tablecloth — nobody asked for permission.
2024
Through time
He grew a mustache to slow time down. She caught the last red second anyway. He walked above it all, still believing in tomorrow.
2024
Dark
He waved at no one. The dark waved back.
2024
(self)Portrait
Still burning. Still self.
2024
Friends
In the metaverse, birds in tracksuits feed the human eye. The algorithm calls it friendship. The eye just keeps watching.
2024
Cirque
The tiger never agreed to any of this. That was the whole circus.
2024
“Faces”
Twist
She looked through the glass at a face that had already decided to become someone else.
2024
Stanza dell’assurdo
Everything in the room agreed to be wrong at once. Outside, they called it Tuesday. Inside, they called it life.
2025
Luck in paws
He prayed to the lucky cat. The lucky cat kept smiling, kept pulling, kept calling it fate.
2025
Chaos
Nobody asked how the dolphin got there. That was the whole point.
2025
Childish
The boy never learned to sink.
2025
Tuxedo
The tuxedo stood on bird legs in an empty room, waiting for whoever forgot to come.
2023
Bartender
The drink arrived perfectly.
2025










































