"No. 150"

Long nights, thick layers, pure persistence.
Most of Old Town Nights 21 grew out of solitary sessions in the atelier, where isolation let me stack layer upon layer of wet oil until the surface literally bulged. No paint was removed—each new pass stayed, pushing the previous one deeper into the canvas. The final skins carry knife-cut grooves and raw emotion etched straight through fresh colour.

This series also marks my pivot: still driven by dense oil texture, but now joined by spray bursts, paper fragments, book cut-outs that sink into the pigment like half-hidden memories. The result is obsessive detail wrapped in measured chaos—a timestamp of the moment I moved from oil-only discipline to the mixed-media language I use today.