No Such Thing As Peace Of Mind.

Acrylic on canvas.

24x30x1"

This painting plunges directly into the violent machinery of a mind that refuses silence. Thoughts collide like metal against metal, ricocheting through the skull with no pause between them—old wounds reopening, imagined disasters rehearsing themselves before they even exist, every buried fear clawing forward for air. The crown here is not power but pressure: a rigid band clamped around the temples, mocking the idea that anyone truly rules their own thoughts. Eyes are scratched away not from blindness, but from the unbearable act of witnessing the storm inside. Color behaves like an accomplice to the chaos—reds burning with raw shame, blues freezing into sharp panic, yellows searing across the surface like overexposed memory—each stroke frantic, each drip like the painting itself is trying to escape. There is no stillness here, no gentle surrender to quiet. Only the relentless churn of a mind at war with itself, where “peace of mind” hangs like a cruel joke carved into the wreckage.