For this painting, I worked with orange and yellow, applying the paint heavily with a knife to express a feeling of being too close to bloom. A warmth that should nourish, yet becomes overwhelming.

This is an emotion I often observe in relationships, when togetherness is confused with the loss of freedom — when there is no longer enough air to breathe, no space left to grow. What begins as tenderness can slowly shift into heaviness.

Here, excessive enthusiasm, fear of losing the object of desire, and quiet obsession move against the very nature of love. Sweetness turns into confinement, and affection becomes a kind of golden cage, built from beautiful illusions.

The rose melts not from lack of love, but from having nowhere left to unfold.

I was inspired by Jean-Paul Sartre views about wanting to be loved freely, yet trying to secure the other one and turning them into an object. As well as Taoism where love should ressemble water and be a source of nourishment not imprisoning.

Eternal quest of balance while facing impermanence of love, impermanence of life…