art

100 international artists who shape berlin's contemporary art scene. how foreign perspectives transform and redefine the city's artistic expression. we live here too.

a forest convenes around a painted pool. stick figures observe something off-canvas; a colour swatch floats in the corner like an apology.

صمود, painted large in pink on dark green. the word becomes a form. the form has no synonym.

a grey room. a staircase that leads nowhere immediately obvious. two specks of colour — one blue, one yellow — suggest an exit is theoretically possible.

three wire figures on a scratched pink grid — mid-movement or mid-collapse. the distinction isn't the point.

a yellow form and a brown mass face each other across a bruised mauve ground. the purple disc above them has no opinion.

cross-section of a cell, painted. the nucleus is larger than life; the mitochondria are present and doing their thing.

a small cluster of vertical marks on cream — red, orange, green, blue. the rest of the canvas listens.

a cracked cup repaired with gold, now holding a flowering stem and a marker pen. still life as repair philosophy.

an orange, held. the hand is dark and certain. the fruit is under no illusions.

This was painted while deeply heartbroken and confused. trying to make sense of the past present and future, which i think are shown in the scene from left to right.

the plant is receiving a signal. the faceted grey pot is doing its best. neither knows what medium they're working in.

a tomato can, painted straight and flat on teal ground. all due respect to the brand.

red flowers in a glass sauce bottle against a panelled wall. not oil — the one exception, and it isn't subtle about it.