THEATER OF ABSURD
The works gathered here come from different moments and tensions, but they all share the same impulse: to record the instant when structures fail, symbols break apart and the absurd becomes the only certainty.
The aim is not to offer answers, but to invite the viewer into an intermediate, unstable space, where reality turns blurry and time stops moving in a straight line. Each work is a fissure, a trace, a scene inside a theatre without a script, where figures do not resolve the situation but simply witness it, like us.
Brick falling over the head
90x70cm
2025
A flowerpot falls from above, thrown by a crow, and misses by a few centimetres. It is not a metaphor; it is chance, the absurd as the only explanation for still being here.
Brick falling on a head reflects and satirizes the
fragility of life, the uselessness of grand discourses,
and the violence of the everyday.
Junkie bird believes that
everything is fine
90x70cm
2025
The bird seems calm, but everything around it is trembling. A sweet creature holding an invisible threat: denial as a way of existing. Everything is fine, until it isn’t
Bird king with red shoes
150x100cm
2025
An absurd and majestic figure.The king of a world
that no longer stands.Yesterday he was the master,
today a vagabond, his kingdom is nothing but ruins.
Useless Objects from
the Future
90x70cm
2025
The objects depicted here no longer serve any
purpose. Perhaps they never did.
It remembers something that never fully existed.
RUINS OF THE FUTURE
Buildings are not just structures; they are witnesses of time. They rise like abstract prisons, solid blocks held at their breaking point after carrying too much for too long. Now they begin to give way.
This is not a vision of destruction as an ending. It is about the moment when a structure is still standing but already failing, when the crack appears and something starts to fall with it.
These are not ancient ruins or futuristic dystopias. They are cities caught just before collapse.
In Fragile Structures the world exists on the edge of disappearance. Forms emerge and disintegrate, buildings fade into dust, gestures leave only a mark before vanishing. Absence is as present as form; what remains is a brief imprint of what once was. Nothing here is stable, everything appears only as a temporary trace of uncertainty.
In Primitive Garten ruin is not a relic of the past but the ground for ongoing transformation. These images hold no romanticism; concrete cracks, the jungle devours it, scars multiply across the surface. Nature is not a refuge, it is an organism that absorbs, assimilates and distorts what remains. It is the present, the only structure that persists when everything else has failed.
Human presence fades into stains, erratic lines and expanding fissures. Architecture does not disappear; it remains as a shell that no longer belongs to us.