Consumption

Consumption

Consumption You aren’t hungry. You’re hollow. A fractured human figure, cracked and worn, leans forward under the crushing weight of indulgence. Their torso is bloated, not with food, but with chaos: content, ads, likes, vices, distractions. Ghosts of fast...
Validation

Validation

Validation This piece kicks off the 8 Deadly Sins of the Modern Era series with the one we’re all secretly hooked on—validation. It’s not pride anymore. It’s something messier, sneakier.A dopamine addiction dressed up in fake confidence and filtered self-worth. We...
Serenity

Serenity

Serenity Serenity is a lie I needed to believe the day I made this.It’s not calm. It’s not peaceful. It’s a portrait of implosion—the moment when pressure outpaces composure and the only thing left to do is fucking scream. This self-portrait wasn’t planned. It was...
Echo Chamber

Echo Chamber

Echo Chamber Some places speak before you even enter. The Allen Lambert Galleria in Toronto wasn’t just architecture—it was a voice. A frequency. A space that echoed with design, silence, light, and structure. But what echoed back wasn’t just the sound of footsteps....
Con Job

Con Job

Con Job Yeah, it’s my actual shoe. But Con Job isn’t just a portrait of well-worn canvas—it’s a self-portrait in disguise. A reflection on identity, rebellion, branding, and the personal myths we lace up every damn day. The title is a layered wink: “Con” as in...