SPACE BOYS DON'T UNDERSTAND THIS WORLD

There are so many of them here.
Too close. Almost breathing into each other.

I kept thinking about how we carry things —
stories, thoughts, weight —
and how it doesn’t disappear just because we stand together.

Some of them look out,
some look away,
some feel like they’re still trying to understand where they are.

I didn’t try to organize it.
It’s meant to feel crowded.
Like being inside something instead of looking at it.

Maybe that’s the point —
not distance,
but recognition.

Paint on canvas.
2026. One of a kind.
180 cm x 120 cm.