I describe my work as Psychosurrealism — a blend of subconscious chaos, surreal imagery, and emotional noise filtered through memory, dreams, and distorted nostalgia. It's not quite Surrealism in the traditional sense. It's more internal. Less about dream logic and more about thought spirals. Less Dali, more fever dream.
I don't follow rules or work to a plan. Most pieces begin with a scribble or a shape and grow outwards. The finished work often looks like something dug up from the subconscious — part memory, part hallucination. People see different things in it. I rarely explain what it’s “about,” because that would kill it. The unknown is part of the point.
The phrase Psychosurrealism came about because no existing label seemed to fit. My art is often described as strange, grotesque, funny, dark, nostalgic, or just plain weird — and I'm fine with that. It pulls from everywhere: film, music, posters, dreams, junk culture, notebooks, and late-night brain dumps. I just call it what it is.
Psychoanalytic + Psychedelic + Surrealism = Psychosurrealism
