Delicate balance defines Concave—structure and freedom, motion and stillness. No. 1 holds muted equilibrium, civilizations built on fragile laws. No. 2 disrupts, color riots against imposed constraints, voices rising in defiance. No. 3 reflects—chaos softened into transformation, a world seeking new foundations. Can true balance ever be achieved?

CONCAVE NO 1

CONCAVE NO 2

CONCAVE NO 3

Currents twist, pulling humanity in opposing directions. No. 1 is vibrant but uncertain, the sovereign few bending truth. No. 2 tightens—misinformation suffocates, disillusionment spreads. No. 3 unravels—colors fade, stagnation sets in. When ideals become a flood, do they drown us all?

FLUID NO 1

FLUID NO 2

FLUID NO 3

A digital maze of fragmented reality. No. 1 glows with curated illusions, narratives distorted by algorithms. No. 2 mutates—political erosion, environmental crisis, truth splintered. No. 3 fades—fragmented trust, a drifting society. Have we become part of the machine?

PIXELPEDIA NO 1

PIXELPEDIA NO 2

PIXELPEDIA NO 3

Petals burst with promise but fade with disillusionment. No. 1 is bold, hopeful, unaware of twisted roots. No. 2 hesitates—truth rewritten, trust erodes. No. 3 dulls—leaders manipulate reality, leaving the young to gather what’s left.

TULIPS NO 1

TULIPS NO 2

TULIPS NO 3

Spirals expand but remain trapped. No. 1 hums with distortion, truth refracted. No. 2 burns—earth suffocates under greed. No. 3 washes away, but not all can be undone. The spirals persist.

SHELLS NO 1

SHELLS NO 2

SHELLS NO 3

Angles clash, edges divide. No. 1 feigns order, a mirage of stability. No. 2 fractures—borders blur, truth repackaged. No. 3 lingers—muted remnants of a strained system. A trapezium is never stable—neither are we.

TRAPEZIUM NO 1

TRAPEZIUM NO 2

TRAPEZIUM NO 3

Time, truth, existence spiral outward. No. 1 pulses with creation’s energy, but distortion lurks. No. 2 destabilizes—sovereigns reject laws, power twists ideals. No. 3 fades—have we expanded too far from unity, or can we still pull ourselves back?

GALAXY NO 1

GALAXY NO 2

GALAXY NO 3

Lines intersect, colors collide—Abstract Reality distorts perception. In No. 1, structure is an illusion; bold hues mask underlying dissonance, political lines entangle, and truth fractures into whispers of untruths. No. 2 darkens, earth tones of decay and distrust replacing vibrancy. The ground crumbles, shadows stretch, and environmental neglect takes hold. No. 3 finds rhythm in chaos—green emerges, nature resists, but misinformation lingers, stacking half-truths upon lies. We exist in fragments, reflections of a world breaking yet still standing.

ABSTRACT REALITY NO 1

ABSTRACT REALITY NO 2

ABSTRACT REALITY NO 3

These triptychs capture the dissonance of our time—fractured truths, political turbulence, and the relentless flood of misinformation. Shapes collide, grids attempt order, yet chaos seeps through, mirroring a world unraveling at the seams.
Circles echo history’s cycles—power, collapse, renewal—while layered textures hint at buried truths and unseen manipulations. The tension between clarity and distortion reflects the psychological weight of a society drowning in deception, environmental neglect, and social discord.
This is not passive art; it demands confrontation. It forces us to question: Are we witnessing destruction or transformation? Collapse or rebirth? The answer remains elusive—like truth itself.

FRACTURED REALITIES