Super Heroes
This series reimagines the archetypes of strength, sacrifice, and transformation through bold abstraction and layered texture. Each painting channels the essence of a figure, sometimes drawn from comic book legends, other times from mythology or collective memory.
There are no capes here. No weapons or emblems. Only color in motion, energy made visible, and stories fractured into form.
In these works, Captain America might be a burst of chromatic patriotism. Orpheus, a descent into layered silence. Chronos, a quiet reckoning. The names are reference points. But the meaning is yours to find.
Super Heroes is not about who saves the world. It’s about how we carry fragments of those stories in ourselves, and how color can whisper what words sometimes cannot.
Captain America
A burst of color shaped by force and wonder, as if a speech bubble had scattered its ink across the canvas.
Drawn from the visual language of comic books, where impact is spelled out and silence still shouts, this piece balances movement and restraint.
There’s no single narrative here, only fragments, waiting to be found.
Prometheus
A surge that cannot be withheld.
Fire, thought, rebellion made visible.
This is not destruction. It is an offering:
the cost of bringing something vital into the world.
The flame does not apologize.
It only remembers the moment it broke free.
A Song Of Ice & Fire
A vertical saga, where fire roars above and ice carves its path below.
These intertwined figures are a passage between opposites: heat and stillness, rage and surrender.
The middle brews with thunder, as if dragons had once passed through and left their memory in color.
Not a war. Not a throne. A trial.
Survived in silence, marked in flame.
The Phoenix
From darkness and ash, a silhouette rises. Fragile, radiant, inevitable.
Shapes of skulls linger, a quiet reminder that even rebirth demands its toll.
This is not a clean beginning, but a necessary one.
The fire doesn’t erase what came before.
It makes space for what must come after.
And it will be.
Again.
A narrow line of red against darkness.
Part wound, part vow.
This is the shape of control under pressure, of pleasure laced with consequence.
There’s something daring in the turbulence.
Something forbidden in the line we keep crossing.
An indelible mark. The legacy of our desires.
The Dare Devil
Neptune
Blue pulses like breath held too long beneath the surface.
A figure emerges, not in peace.
In command.
This isn’t stillness. It’s the weight of depth.
For the sea remembers everything we try
to bury.
Chronos
The weight of time doesn’t crush.
It settles.
Flecks of ochre, bronze, and ash drift like falling leaves, inviting into layers of quiet change and contemplation.
This piece is a passage.
The hush that whispers before becoming.
The Underworld
A descent into layered stillness, where light doesn’t vanish, but transforms.
Veins of blue pulse through a body of melted metal and stone, mapping a realm that’s not entirely forgotten.
It is a path downward, a glimpse of fractured beauty.
Adorning Orpheus’s steps.
The Oracle
Some truths are carved into stone long before we arrive.
This painting holds the weight of history and heat.
Like a landscape that remembers every footstep, every fire.
Forecasting light at the end of the tunnel, it is prophecy.
One carved in light, stone, and silence.
Multiverse
A breach in the known.
A spell mid-collapse.
Colors stretch and resist, held in tension by a force more felt than seen.
There’s no center here. No safety.
Only focus.
The promise of what might be controlled.
If the will is strong enough.
Ares
There’s a point where emotion stops asking for permission.
Flickers of blue and green barely hold shape in the heat, like reason evaporating in the face of instinct.
It is power uncontained.
Not born, but awakened.
I am creation.
I am first.
Muses
This is how inspiration looks when left unspoken.
Waves of purple and blue compete in impulses.
Too fast to follow, too vivid to forget.
This piece isn’t about clarity.
It tells of unpredictability. Speaks of sensation.
And the beauty of what never quite resolves.