The work begins with fragments: discarded photographs, torn book pages, rough sketches, and layers of paint. The process is messy and obsessive. Building up paint only to cover it, or scrape it away, leaving scars and traces. Found images get torn, painted over, or partially obscured. Lines cut across surfaces like fractures. Nothing stays pristine because nothing in life stays pristine.

Central to this work is the act of masking: the daily performance of fitting in while suppressing what matters most. We systematically erase our authentic concerns, genuine fears, and real personalities to appear acceptable. This emotional camouflage is the cost of belonging.

Each piece functions like archaeological evidence of emotional states—layers revealing what we try to bury. The viewer has to work to decode the imagery, just like we work to decode our own reactions to an increasingly surreal world, and the weight of living with constant low-level dread.

The goal isn't to provide answers or comfort, but to make visible the psychological landscape we're all navigating, whether we admit it or not.