Acrylic + Oil Pastel on 51x51cm canvas (unframed)
£600 + Delivery (Collection available locally)
This painting exists in the space between momentum and resistance, where the impulse to advance meets the refusal to be consumed by it. It holds the exhaustion of perpetual striving—the cultural demand that we always be climbing, competing, outpacing—and counters it with something more elusive: a deliberate withholding, a chosen opacity.
The work doesn't resolve its own tensions. It insists on ambiguity where clarity is expected, on stillness where movement is demanded. There's a quality of restlessness here, but also of withdrawal—an acknowledgment of the forces that push us forward while maintaining a core that won't be fully mobilized or mapped.
What emerges is less a statement than a state of being: caught between the pressure to perform and the quiet defiance of simply existing otherwise. The painting suggests that resistance doesn't always look like opposition—sometimes it looks like refusing to cohere, declining to deliver what's expected, choosing incompleteness over the tyranny of progress.
Acrylic + Oil Pastel on 51x51cm canvas (unframed)
£600 + Delivery (Collection available locally)
This painting exists in the space between momentum and resistance, where the impulse to advance meets the refusal to be consumed by it. It holds the exhaustion of perpetual striving—the cultural demand that we always be climbing, competing, outpacing—and counters it with something more elusive: a deliberate withholding, a chosen opacity.
The work doesn't resolve its own tensions. It insists on ambiguity where clarity is expected, on stillness where movement is demanded. There's a quality of restlessness here, but also of withdrawal—an acknowledgment of the forces that push us forward while maintaining a core that won't be fully mobilized or mapped.
What emerges is less a statement than a state of being: caught between the pressure to perform and the quiet defiance of simply existing otherwise. The painting suggests that resistance doesn't always look like opposition—sometimes it looks like refusing to cohere, declining to deliver what's expected, choosing incompleteness over the tyranny of progress.
