Painted Faces
Painted Faces is an ongoing series exploring tempestuous human behavior. The themes I depict revolve around ego, lustful obsession, juicy gossip, the degradation of humanity, monstrous acts, pain, suffering, neglect, and denial—all conveyed through dramatic, polarizing, and often controversial storylines. These narratives are embodied by naïve, doll-like figures.
For me, true horror is unknowing. These works question the illusion of life in the absence of a soul. A body may show signs of life—may appear to give life—but that doesn't necessarily mean it is alive. In this series, the figures seem to go through the motions of life, entirely consumed by “the moment,” as if performing their only role. Their existence becomes a performance—hollow, obsessive, and unrelenting.
Each piece is created using a mix of marker, watercolor, acrylic paint, and pencil.
Mixed Media, 2017. She hasn't eaten in days, yet she stands in triumph. The crows lie dead at her ears — their caws forever silenced. She wears their corpses like trophies. Her skin clings tightly to every bone in her body. You'd think she'd grow tired by now, but still, she stands. Her wig and makeup mask the signs of struggle, but behind the perfectly placed lashes, her eyes burn red with hunger. The sun casts its light across her skin — pale and stoic as eggshell. Tied to the sun by her wais
Drama Queen 2017 Mixed Media This illustration depicts a doll caught in the peril of her own opera—her heart, an open diary. She’s just received a text: “...No.” The cold theater lights remind her that death draws ever closer. Her hands recoil—atrophying at the thought. In a fit of crying outrage, she sees only the knife in her back, now plunging out through the front of her chest. She was all dolled up—cotton hair adorned with wine, a candle, pearls, ostrich feathers, roses, makeup... she eve
Mixed Media, 2017. She hasn't eaten in days, yet she stands in triumph. The crows lie dead at her ears — their caws forever silenced. She wears their corpses like trophies. Her skin clings tightly to every bone in her body. You'd think she'd grow tired by now, but still, she stands. Her wig and makeup mask the signs of struggle, but behind the perfectly placed lashes, her eyes burn red with hunger. The sun casts its light across her skin — pale and stoic as eggshell. Tied to the sun by her wais