Submission Painting

I eat my nightmares

For the first time in this series, the dark monochrome background yields to a vast landscape. The foreground unfolds a Bosch-like, delirious spectacle: chaotic naked bodies, screaming creatures, a running egg, and a misplaced unicorn. Above, two tattooed hands hover. One holds a fork, poised like a threat- an oversized gesture of control versus temptation. This medieval turmoil echoes Romanticism, the reactionary movement against Enlightenment. Today’s world exhibits a similar retreat: nationalism resurfaces, the home becomes a refuge, and gothic nostalgia abounds. Old values are reclaimed as if the past offered redemption. The painting marks this moment as a threshold. It calls a society caught in suspension to move forward, revealing a simple truth: the great disaster has already happened. It no longer lies ahead.


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I eat my nightmares

For the first time in this series, the dark monochrome background yields to a vast landscape. The foreground unfolds a Bosch-like, delirious spectacle: chaotic naked bodies, screaming creatures, a running egg, and a misplaced unicorn. Above, two tattooed hands hover. One holds a fork, poised like a threat- an oversized gesture of control versus temptation. This medieval turmoil echoes Romanticism, the reactionary movement against Enlightenment. Today’s world exhibits a similar retreat: nationalism resurfaces, the home becomes a refuge, and gothic nostalgia abounds. Old values are reclaimed as if the past offered redemption. The painting marks this moment as a threshold. It calls a society caught in suspension to move forward, revealing a simple truth: the great disaster has already happened. It no longer lies ahead.