Original painting. Oil on linen. 48×36 inches. 2025.
The Rough Beast emerges from a confrontation between tenderness and abrasion. A pale, heavily worked central form presses forward from a field of oranges, yellows, and pinks, as if heat, light, and pressure have forced it into visibility. The surface is built through scraping, dragging, and accumulation; the paint becomes skin, scar tissue, residue..
The title suggests something half-formed, unsettled, and difficult to name. Rather than depicting a literal creature, the painting holds the sensation of one: a presence caught between object, face, wound, and mask. Its thick impasto gives the form weight and vulnerability at the same time. The dark openings interrupt the soft flesh tones, creating a sense of interiority, damage, and watchfulness.
Color operates as atmosphere rather than description. The surrounding warmth is seductive but unstable, a glowing field that both shelters and threatens the central figure. The painting is less about narrative than emergence: the moment when an image begins to assert itself from material, gesture, and pressure.
In The Rough Beast, beauty is not separate from deformation. The work asks how something raw, awkward, and wounded can still insist on presence.
Original painting. Oil on linen. 48×36 inches. 2025.
The Rough Beast emerges from a confrontation between tenderness and abrasion. A pale, heavily worked central form presses forward from a field of oranges, yellows, and pinks, as if heat, light, and pressure have forced it into visibility. The surface is built through scraping, dragging, and accumulation; the paint becomes skin, scar tissue, residue..
The title suggests something half-formed, unsettled, and difficult to name. Rather than depicting a literal creature, the painting holds the sensation of one: a presence caught between object, face, wound, and mask. Its thick impasto gives the form weight and vulnerability at the same time. The dark openings interrupt the soft flesh tones, creating a sense of interiority, damage, and watchfulness.
Color operates as atmosphere rather than description. The surrounding warmth is seductive but unstable, a glowing field that both shelters and threatens the central figure. The painting is less about narrative than emergence: the moment when an image begins to assert itself from material, gesture, and pressure.
In The Rough Beast, beauty is not separate from deformation. The work asks how something raw, awkward, and wounded can still insist on presence.
