I knew this piece was finished. That part wasn’t in question.
What gave me pause was what it might stir in others.
It won’t suit every taste — and that’s exactly the point.
This one’s raw. Messy in places. Loud in others. But there’s nothing accidental about it. It was built on instinct, trust, and the refusal to dilute the work just to make it easier to digest.
Because I’d rather create something polarising than forgettable.
Something that sparks a reaction — even if it’s mixed — rather than something that simply pleases.
We’ve got more than enough art that plays it safe. That blends into the walls and disappears. This isn’t that.
This piece asks something.
And it’s not afraid to take up space while it does.
That’s what I want from my work — and what I think a lot of people quietly want in their homes, too. Not just decoration, but declaration. Art that makes them feel something.
Even if they can’t explain it.
If this one speaks to you, you’ll know it.
And that’s the only kind of art I want to make.