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12” x 12”
Graphite and Rust Powder on Paper
No Exit is a haunting reflection of the COVID-19 era - a time when the world felt frozen, and breath itself became uncertain. This piece was born from the artist’s own experience facing COVID-19 for the first time in 2020. Isolated and overwhelmed, he found himself trapped not just by illness, but by the psychological weight of a world in stasis. The drawing doesn’t unfold in a linear narrative. Instead, it captures the emotional claustrophobia of the moment. Thick, swirling strokes echo the confusion and stillness of lockdown. Compressed, ghost-like forms suggest human presence, but without connection - suspended in isolation, unheard, and unseen. The atmosphere is stuffy, the palette heat, the movement blocked. There isn air, no escape, no promise of relief. In this emotionally charged work, the artist doesn’t offer a way out. He invites us to stand in that very space - the spiral of fear, the suffocation of uncertainty - and remember what it meant to live through a time when the world closed in, and every breath felt fragile.
12” x 12”
Graphite and Rust Powder on Paper
No Exit is a haunting reflection of the COVID-19 era - a time when the world felt frozen, and breath itself became uncertain. This piece was born from the artist’s own experience facing COVID-19 for the first time in 2020. Isolated and overwhelmed, he found himself trapped not just by illness, but by the psychological weight of a world in stasis. The drawing doesn’t unfold in a linear narrative. Instead, it captures the emotional claustrophobia of the moment. Thick, swirling strokes echo the confusion and stillness of lockdown. Compressed, ghost-like forms suggest human presence, but without connection - suspended in isolation, unheard, and unseen. The atmosphere is stuffy, the palette heat, the movement blocked. There isn air, no escape, no promise of relief. In this emotionally charged work, the artist doesn’t offer a way out. He invites us to stand in that very space - the spiral of fear, the suffocation of uncertainty - and remember what it meant to live through a time when the world closed in, and every breath felt fragile.