This diptych is an homage to Klimt’s painting Head of a Woman (1917). Beautiful yet unfinished from the perspective of the traditional viewer, the painting seems to hint at a story whose end we can invent ourselves.
My homage acts like two sides of the same coin. On one hand, the human brain dislikes incompleteness - unfinished business, unspoken words, incomplete paintings. The brain yearns to fill all existing space as if it must seal every crack through which playful chaos might burst into life. Creativity, however, requires incompleteness, a hint, room to breathe. Sometimes it is necessary for an artist to paint only the eyes that look into the soul and lay down the brush... A sense of freedom that frightens many of us.
On the other hand, there is overthinking - the inability to stop until all meanings have been dissected down to molecules, and all colors match one another. The perfectionism that causes an artist to struggle in convulsions if even a millimeter of unpainted surface remains on the canvas. The striving to be understood, to find one’s tribe, to feel that you are not alone in the universe - it seems that when all words are spoken, the chances of this increase...
Neither is a rule; neither is the final truth. Someone needs silence, while someone else needs to explain their thought in detail. One requires freedom, another needs the stability of rules. Some of us strive to find like-minded people through our art, while others seek themselves.
(Digital drawing, 2026)