About the last piece of the Anatomy of Power series”

“The Red Throne Master”

In the world of totalitarianism, the “God of Flesh” embodies a dominion that transcends the boundaries of the body and penetrates the very essence of existence. He sits upon a throne that is not merely a seat, but a silent battlefield of power – a place where flesh, wounds, and living tissues bend to his will. He wears the garb of the mad; a garment born not of necessity, but of the very nature of his rule – a reminder of a regime that shackles reason and reduces humans to tamed, hollow beings. Before him, no body, mind, or breath comes without a cost – you either become a part of him, or you are consigned to nothingness.

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About the third piece of the Anatomy of Power series”

“Obedience as Form”

This piece depicts the rituals of a predetermined obedience. Chains extend from the hand of a woman whose face is sculpted from flesh, fastening the necks of men who, in the absolute repetition of form, bend like machines made of flesh and leather. These are neither victims nor criminals; they are products. Products of a system that beautifies obedience and regards silence as a virtue.
These three bodies are not different individuals but repetitions of one body; an embodiment of a person multiplied, fragmented, and ultimately transformed into an obedient pattern within the power structure.
This work reveals the moment of domination’s consolidation; where not direct violence, but the ritual of obedience and the shaping of submissive bodies, serve as the main tools of power.
Here, dominance requires no violence; because obedience is no longer a choice, but a structure. And the one holding the chains is merely the embodiment of a law older than will: the law of forbidden disobedience.

About the second piece of the Anatomy of Power series”

“Table of Revelation”

In this painting, the human body is stripped of meaning—reduced to raw flesh that is not only consumed, but endlessly reproduced.
Figures in theatrical masks and skin-like faces sit in silence around a table not set for conversation, but for sacrifice.
The axe speaks the verdict.
Above the mantle, amid lifeless walls, hangs a slab of flesh—not as inert matter, but as a sacred object, something to be revered.
In the absence of faith, in the erosion of meaning, it is now flesh that is sanctified—an inverted ritual, consecrating only decay and violence.
A mouth torn from tissue cries out—not with words, but with silence.
A muted scream.
A truth that has been buried.
Here, the boundaries between human, animal, and machine have collapsed.
What remains is a body trapped in a cycle of submission, pleasure, and brutality.
This work is not merely a narrative, not even a painting—
It is a mirror, a chamber within us all,
where the victim and the butcher are one.

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I’ve been working on new collection; titled”Anatomy of Power“-This collection portrays the reduced human—bodies stripped of identity, mere flesh consumed within cycles of power. In a world where individuality collapses under dominance, one fundamental question remains: What is left of being human when will and awareness are gone?

This is the first SOLD piece of this collection; Titled “Consumed” In the context of “flesh-becoming”, consumed describes a state where a living body or raw matter, through a process marked by violence or need, is transformed into an object, energy, or memory ‐ something no longer itself, but now consumed- in the fire of hunger, the machinery of power, or the intensity of desire.
Here, consumed is not just an end; it is the point at which the boundary between object and need dissolves- where flesh no longer belongs to itself, but to the other.

MORE PIECES ARE COMING UP !!!! STAY TUNED!

“Within Cold Skin”

Nothing trembles

inside me—

not voice,

not skin.

Only the gaze

remains

frozen.

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“Where Shadows Obey”

I got lost in my own darkness There’s no light— No path forward Only voices rising from the depths of my wounds And this body, dressed in suffering, stands Not to be seen But to ignore the trembling thing inside me A shadow that still breathes… and maybe, commands.

Mask of the Infernal

He isn’t evil.
He’s just everything they tried to bury.”

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Shattered Silence

There’s a war with no bullets no flags ___ just a few unfinished voices and a hand that keeps trembling…

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In The Name Of Peace

This is not an image of pain.

Here stands a remnant of justice___

Not surreundered, not forgotten;

But watching, and wide awake.”

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Feral Dreamer

He breathes with colors, in a world where its law is imagination and its border is boundlessness. His dreams are neither silent nor tame; they roar, they dance, spill out from his face, and force the world to become a child for a moment.

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“Fluid Identities“- newest series

In this collection, water serves as a space for revelation and transformation. The characters in the paintings are submerged, where their identities shift, and the boundaries between body and soul blur. These images are not only depictions of moments of physical transformation but also metaphors for an inner and philosophical journey where waves and depths become a mirror for self-discovery.

The technique of all the artworks is acrylic on canvas, but some of them are mixed media, incorporating materials such as bleach, wood stain, and Ecoline. 40×40 cm

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As a desert snake, she sinks just beneath the sand
Wide, voracious eyes – all you can see

Vibrations at the surface send impulses to tickle her intuition
The moment of conquest approaches

Inertial gridlock of a mosaic unwinds

It’s purely instinct now

Fangs enter deep in the unsuspecting

Love venom spreads

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Happy New Year

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We are going to Tokyo!

“Don’t touch!” was showcased in Tokyo

A group exhibition , curated by NONE32X32