"No. 227"

Controlled chaos, with every detail still alive.
In Heretics 22 I walked away from the tidy blueprints of my earlier work and let instinct run the studio. Thick oil, fast spray and knife-scratched lines collide in compositions that look spontaneous yet hide microscopic structure. The detail is still there for most paintings—it just feels unplanned, emotional, half-feral.

Each canvas is a push toward being unapologetically myself: less diagram, more pulse. Edges overlap on purpose, drips stay where they fall, and colour fields surge past their borders. It’s the moment I stopped tidying up and started trusting the mess—a bolder step forward, led by feeling rather than strategy.