
24 inches x 36 inches | Acrylic, ink, and copper on canvas
Placed in a political climate where repetition, spectacle, and rehearsed certainty keep edging out any shared sense of what’s real, this painting treats pseudologia fantastica as a kind of social framework and as an emotional cage. A black lattice seems to bring order to a bright, unruly spread of clashing symbols, but that same grid also breaks the space into separate compartments, hinting that in a crisis the self can end up wedged between tempting storylines and its own quiet dread. Under the glare of color and commotion, this piece presses a harder question: what is left of life in common once truth is reduced to decoration, and everyone has to pick their way through the emergency on their own?