Rosy in the mud 2026 – 24 x 18cm, acrylic, spray paint on canvas
Optimism is not innocence. It knows what it grows in.
These forms don’t need light from above — they generate their own, cold and persistent, the colour of survival rather than celebration. The mud is not overcome. It is the condition, massive and present, from which something luminous nevertheless insists on emerging.
The eclipse at the centre doesn’t threaten. It anchors. Reminds you that what glows here has learned to glow in the dark.