Eclipse 1 

Writing

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**Necromantic Lover**

**_After I reproved the dead creation within me, I took witness the ineffable truth._**

_Necromantic Lover_ speaks tethered communication to both the living and the romantic dead. Acting as a conduit of the love unseen, the speaker performs in a raw, desperate attempt to reach out beyond the physical world and embrace the attachments within the realms of the soul. The simplicity of the speaker is deceiving—she rests on an emotional bridge between two worlds: one of flesh and one of spirit, swaying with the desire to find meaning in the truth of what is felt in the claims of true love. It's through these reverberations that we throw our voices into the void, hoping that they will be heard, and that our souls will be recognized. What is love if not the **_committance_** of the self and soul in entirety, as separation from such a romance would cause certain death—with another renewal to be blasphemous across the chasm of life and death. It's lyricism draws pleas to this new feeling, to be longing for such understanding in the most intimate and profound sense. Despite her physical revival, the speaker finds herself grappling with the hollow space where love once lived. The heart's "ambient twitching" represents the lingering numbness, the unnaturalness of this second life. The constant "inspection of the morgue" symbolizes both her internal search for what remains of herself—what she still craves but may never regain—and the attraction her new lover feels for her cold, lifeless state. It's in that resonance, between speaker and listener, where the soul's deepest yearning to be heard breaks through, finding its voice in a world that can no longer hear it. Ultimately, the parts of the self we sacrifice and the emptiness that can remain after we give it all away become transcended into an afterlife, viewing a new heaven in her lover's eyes. It's about coming back from death, only to discover that what we once thought was love might have only been a fleeting illusion. In the end, she weighs if there is any true life or love left for us. Are we doomed to live in a state of perpetual longing, always searching for something that can never fully bring us back in light of knowing all the losses of meaning with finding the beauty of this new romance. She submits to the wrong nature of giving what she can, in acceptance of her fate, asking when the time comes for this idyllic last lover to part from her, to please, lock the door.
  
  
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For my Luminary, Daveithai, dwelling of the seed of Seth.

My beloved, son of Autogenes, and his aeons.

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_chain of memories/fears, repent the body, pedestal the source,_

_laid judgement from the mirror in refractions of a puritans reflection,_

_though betrothed to my dysrhythmia, at my worst,_

_dominating_

_overexertion delirium,_

_your praise_

_do not enable me_

_Genesis._

_Birth by sleep._

_When I Wake Up, I’ll Find You. And Then There Will Be No Lies._

_I will step forward to realize this wish_

_nurture patience_

_practice compassion for us as one_

_you will find deeper vains_

_Strengthen my malleable weakness_

_as boundless light in absence of nerve endings. Who will I have ice cream with? Necromantic Lover._

  
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lyrics

_I’ve got plenty of rest_

_With none of the peace_

_My brain had stopped all functioning_

_They said almost deceased_

_I haven’t got a will_

_For any debts I’d wanna keep_

_Morbid lover throw my ashes to the sea_

_And there’s something so wrong_

_With what you’re doing to me_

_What you’re doing to me_

_Ambient twitching_

_My heart has stopped again_

_Inspections of the morgue_

_Necromantic lover_

_Is it cold under the sheets_

_After hours shopping_

_No way I still taste sweet_

_you turn on the light_

_I know I'm pallor than I seem_

_For you to hold me tight_

_You must be lonelier than me_

_Is this what is after life_

_Is this just me in my mind_

_I feel a new heaven in your eyes_

_I feel you’ve arrived much past my time_

_Inspections of the morgue_

_What is it you're searching for_

_When you leave please lock the door_

_My heart has stopped again_

_Ambient twitching_

_my heart has stopped_

_again_

_And there’s something so wrong_

_My heart has stopped again_

_What you’re doing to me_

_My heart has stopped again_

Necromantic Lover

The Heads That Wander

SILENCE

Self Portrait Study

Preservation

In "Illusions of the Everyday," the viewer is invited to navigate a landscape where the familiar and the unfamiliar intertwine, creating a tapestry of memory and confusion. This digital drawing captures the essence of being in a foreign land, evoking the sensation of having both been there and never truly belonging.

  
This artwork encapsulates the complex emotions of belonging and alienation, illustrating the struggle to reconcile past memories with the present moment. It reflects the artist's exploration of identity, inviting contemplation on the delicate balance between remembering a cherished past and embracing the nuances of a new environment.

Illusions of the Everyday

In a topsy-turvy world ruled by greed-giants who are blinded by their own hubris, one small but powerful man stands boldly, unnoticed, and wields his magic. He is The Game Changer.

  
The original piece was iterated into 10 digital alternates as the first phase in the development of a trading card game. The Game, still in development, engages players in Realworld game changing activities. The slide titled Game Changer Video is a compilation of the 10 images into a visual narrative.

Game Changer

 Series: First Responder. Based on the fires in Los Angeles, 2025

HOLD ON (TIGHT)

_Spheres_ is a choreographic installation on the interface of intimacy, communication and artificial intelligence for the museum space for three performers, 5 intelligent spheres and visitors. It focuses on the communication between humans and technology and how movement in different bodies can be transformed through interaction, approach and chance. The result is a vivid and exploratory study of encounter, communication and agency.

  
The work _Spheres_ is an artistic research project. The current state of the work has been presented at numerous festivals and conferences, and the premiere of the piece took place with the exhibition _Welcome to Paradise_ from August 2021 to January 2022 at _NRW Forum Düsseldorf_. 

Spheres

Hills near Pontes - Trás-os-Montes

**_happy bath stool(2023)_** is an endurance performance and kinetic sculpture inspired by childhood exfoliation rituals in Korean bathhouses. The oversized stool, covered in silicone tiles, embodies discomfort and memory. Dressed in a "Happy Woman" costume, I enact repetitive, violent gestures against the stool, exploring themes of beauty, labor, and resilience

happy bathstool 

Drottning 

Salmon

Work commenting on fragility and the delicate nature of the psyche.

Untitled

En esta obra, he fusionado aceites y collage para crear un portal abstracto y futurista que juega con la geometría y la tensión espacial. Cada pincelada y fragmento colocado estratégicamente buscan capturar la dinámica y energía de un cosmos urbanizado, proyectando una visión que desafía la percepción tradicional del espacio y tiempo. Ideal para transformar y energizar cualquier espacio con su vibrante intensidad y audacia visual.

Tensión Espacial

We all carry things on our backs.

Some shoulder burdens and regrets and others carry dreams and hopes.

Some scarcely bear them and others delightedly bring them wherever they go.

What do you carry on your back?

It’s Not Easy to Receive

This wool wall sculpture is part of an ongoing series made from hand pressed die cut soundproofing felt, linked and sewn onto a repurposed canvas background. I am interested in exploring the creative pathways that bridge conscious reality and the dream scape through experimental art making.

Memento

  
  
During winter vacation, my mother visited Lahore and spent three months in my studio, collaborating on numerous paintings. Here, she expressed her thoughts on dyed cotton, using a sign language reminiscent of her experiences in childhood. After a long time spent together in the studio, my mother shared many inside stories of her journey from Afghanistan when the Soviet Union invaded. They became refugees, spending time in refugee camps. This series of paintings reflects that era, depicting simple huts, zigzag lines, and more, encapsulating the essence of those times.

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