Six rooms. One subject each. None of them comfortable.
Painted with real blood, while the news was still running.
Enter the room →Luxury, hunger, and what we let ourselves be measured by.
Enter the room →The city on canvas, cut by one band of acrylic laid on by hand.
Enter the room →The new series. What remains when everything built on it is gone.
Enter the room →What people do to get it — and what it does to them after.
Enter the room →The rules written around a body, refused in paint.
Enter the room →