Our galaxies

2024
Oil on linen
25.6 x 31.9 in

NOS GALAXIES

Close-up portrait of a couple, human, but maybe not. The woman with pink hair looks sideways at the man, she seems in love. He smiles at us with all his teeth, he is happy. To their left, hidden behind a blue plant, a man with red hair spies on them, envious? In the background, several imposing planets share the sky, this is not our Solar System.

The man’s shoulder-length hair tangles with the vines and plants around him—“Like the bonds that bind you to me,” she whispers. He laughs. Strange scarlet spots on his chest, clusters of planets like little solar systems to explore? Or stress-induced eczema because “not everything is so rosy”?

Our galaxies, those of our couple, its systems, its suns and moons, its worlds, its links, its axes and its big bangs. And the 3rd character who will come to sow discord, the hidden otherness that lurks. The jungle of feelings, the roots of our attachments, but love, especially love, the only center of gravity.