Season 1, 2022
She was eighteen years old and the city was alive in a way she had never felt before.
Milan did not welcome her gently. It did not try to. The Italians were rude and honest and completely, refreshingly real in a way that no one had prepared her for. There was no performance of politeness, no softening of edges. Just people who said what they meant and meant what they said, and something in that directness felt like the purest thing she had ever encountered. She felt like she had walked into a film and been handed a role she did not know she had been rehearsing her whole life.
Milano is that feeling on canvas.
Crimson and black collide with the urgency of a city that never stops moving. The marks are bold and unapologetic, layered over each other the way memories layer when a place gets inside you completely. White drips cut through the composition like streets seen from above, or like the kind of clarity that only arrives when everything around you is overwhelming and foreign and electric all at once. The resin surface seals it all in, suspended, the way the best moments of your life stay with you.
This is a painting about the cities that change you. About being young and fearless in a place that asks everything of you and gives everything back in return. About the specific intoxication of being somewhere so fully alive that you forget, for a while, to be afraid of anything.
At 24 x 17½ inches, Milano is intimate and ferocious in equal measure. Deceptively small in scale. Enormous in presence. It belongs somewhere you linger.
Acrylic Paint, Acrylic Dye, Acrylic Varnish, Resin, Spray Paint, Acrylic Marker on canvas.
24 x 17½ in.
Original, one of one.
Season 1, 2022
She was eighteen years old and the city was alive in a way she had never felt before.
Milan did not welcome her gently. It did not try to. The Italians were rude and honest and completely, refreshingly real in a way that no one had prepared her for. There was no performance of politeness, no softening of edges. Just people who said what they meant and meant what they said, and something in that directness felt like the purest thing she had ever encountered. She felt like she had walked into a film and been handed a role she did not know she had been rehearsing her whole life.
Milano is that feeling on canvas.
Crimson and black collide with the urgency of a city that never stops moving. The marks are bold and unapologetic, layered over each other the way memories layer when a place gets inside you completely. White drips cut through the composition like streets seen from above, or like the kind of clarity that only arrives when everything around you is overwhelming and foreign and electric all at once. The resin surface seals it all in, suspended, the way the best moments of your life stay with you.
This is a painting about the cities that change you. About being young and fearless in a place that asks everything of you and gives everything back in return. About the specific intoxication of being somewhere so fully alive that you forget, for a while, to be afraid of anything.
At 24 x 17½ inches, Milano is intimate and ferocious in equal measure. Deceptively small in scale. Enormous in presence. It belongs somewhere you linger.
Acrylic Paint, Acrylic Dye, Acrylic Varnish, Resin, Spray Paint, Acrylic Marker on canvas.
24 x 17½ in.
Original, one of one.
