Can’t hold myself
, 2025
53 x 43 x 5,5 cm 
Acrylic paint on wood


I try to hold onto a form. I shape myself with ideas, roles, names. But none of them stay. They slide away before they settle.

I’m made of what I identify with—my body, my city, my work. But when I try to define myself, I fall apart. I crumble. I almost disappear. I almost become nothing.

And yet, I’m still something. Even if I can’t quite name it. A spark. A moment unfolding. Tiny particles that never touch.

I feel the weight. The darkness around me. It pulls me toward the edge... but not all the way.
I’m still here. I haven’t vanished yet.


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