01 | THE DREAMER | Limited Edition Print

I had dreams of becoming a real painter sits inside the uneasy space between ambition, legitimacy, and self-invention. It speaks to the quiet hierarchies that still shape artistic identity, where some forms feel more serious, more sanctioned, more real than others. The line carries longing, irony, and self-awareness at once. It reflects on the fantasy of artistic purity while exposing how constructed that fantasy has always been. Part confession, part critique, it captures the emotional residue of wanting to belong to a tradition, while also questioning the standards that define who gets to belong, and what counts as a “real” practice at all.