The intimate collision of two vessels has long been a symbol of affection—two separate worlds joining as one, both physically and emotionally. I have always cherished the sensation of physical touch, as it solidifies a fleeting, intangible feeling into an experience that can be touched, breathed, and felt. Here, two individuals share a world that belongs only to them. With broken bottle caps that serve as tiny fragments of their flawed being frozen in time, they each reveal imperfect yet whole selves in an embrace imbued with full acceptance.

(Oil, acrylic and bottle caps on canvas)

Sept - Oct 2025