Sale Price:
€680.00
Original Price:
€800.00
I painted The Lioness at the end of 2021, when I had zero interest in holding back.
The name comes from a Songs: Ohia track. There’s this line that just stuck with me:
"Want to feel my heart break if it must break in your jaws
Want you to lick my blood off your paws."
It’s harsh, yeah, but there’s something weirdly gentle about it too. It’s about love that doesn’t come with a safety net.
That’s the headspace I was in when I made this. The surface is rough, almost stubborn. I pushed the oil paint around, scraping, layering, messing it up, then fixing it-leaving behind marks that look a bit like scars. Some spots, the red feels raw, almost wounded. Once, someone told me the painting reminded them of scar tissue, and honestly, I get that.
To me, it feels like standing way too close to a living, pounding heart-close enough that it’s uncomfortable. The reds are always shifting. Sometimes they’re deep, like old wine; sometimes they’re fresh and sharp, almost bloody. The texture changes with the light, showing little depths you’ll never catch in a photo.
It’s not just a red painting you hang up to look pretty. It’s physical. It takes up space. It’s intense, and it doesn’t care if that’s too much. This one’s for someone who actually wants to feel something strong every time they walk past their wall.
Artwork Details
Original artwork
Oil on canvas
60 x 80 cm
Created in 2021
Signed by the artist
Ready to hang
I painted The Lioness at the end of 2021, when I had zero interest in holding back.
The name comes from a Songs: Ohia track. There’s this line that just stuck with me:
"Want to feel my heart break if it must break in your jaws
Want you to lick my blood off your paws."
It’s harsh, yeah, but there’s something weirdly gentle about it too. It’s about love that doesn’t come with a safety net.
That’s the headspace I was in when I made this. The surface is rough, almost stubborn. I pushed the oil paint around, scraping, layering, messing it up, then fixing it-leaving behind marks that look a bit like scars. Some spots, the red feels raw, almost wounded. Once, someone told me the painting reminded them of scar tissue, and honestly, I get that.
To me, it feels like standing way too close to a living, pounding heart-close enough that it’s uncomfortable. The reds are always shifting. Sometimes they’re deep, like old wine; sometimes they’re fresh and sharp, almost bloody. The texture changes with the light, showing little depths you’ll never catch in a photo.
It’s not just a red painting you hang up to look pretty. It’s physical. It takes up space. It’s intense, and it doesn’t care if that’s too much. This one’s for someone who actually wants to feel something strong every time they walk past their wall.
Artwork Details
Original artwork
Oil on canvas
60 x 80 cm
Created in 2021
Signed by the artist
Ready to hang
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