08/19/2026
Untergang, 2022, oil on linen.
Four years later and this painting still speaks to me. Holding on for dear life, even if all I have is the flesh on my bones, while dark storms gather on the horizon. The worst possible people are leading the world's nations, waving nukes and AI like children's toys while civilization implodes. Yes, the terrifying lightning is also the flash of sudden insight, a wake up call, an initiation. But I refuse the spiritual bypass of everything's gonna be okay. I allow myself to feel the fear, grief, and outrage of this moment, because I'm still human, defiant against the titanic forces hellbent on destroying our beautiful broken world.
