I made this piece during a week when I couldn’t sit still but also couldn’t stand up. The posture came first - those long, uncertain arms - and everything else grew around that feeling. The bird wandered in later, mostly to keep the scene from collapsing under its own seriousness. It’s a portrait of being stuck, but politely.

Duckman

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I positioned these two men the way I’ve seen so many friendships age - slowly, stubbornly, and always over a pint. The buildings ended up leaning a little, which feels right; nothing in this scene is entirely straight, but it’s steady enough. It’s a small tribute to quiet rituals. The same stools, same jokes, same street, same smoke drifting into the same cold air.

Arthur and Anthony

I made this piece after watching an old man and a kid talk like equals, which always throws me a bit. There’s something disarming about that kind of ease - no lectures, no pretending, just two people killing time by the water.

Claude and Tom

I built this around three colors that wouldn’t agree with each other. The lines came later - an attempt to impose some order, which didn’t really work, so I left the tension in place. The scattered marks are just interruptions: moments, thoughts, whatever you want them to be.

Peaches

Rainfall came from the feeling of watching a quiet shower through a window - how everything outside blurs into soft edges while the world inside feels warmer. The vertical bars reminded me of those streaks of water sliding down glass, each one carrying its own little shimmer of color. The shapes gathering at the bottom feel like puddles forming - calm, harmless, almost inviting. There’s no storm here, just the slow, rhythmic drift of a rainy day that asks you to settle in, breathe a bit deeper, and let things fall gently into place.

Rainfall

This piece feels like the moment morning finally settles in - soft light spreading across quiet blocks of color while the world holds its breath. The small bursts along the horizon suggest a city just beginning to wake, its edges still blurred with sleep. It’s a calm, in-between kind of scene, where nothing is urgent yet and everything is gently coming into focus.

Ricardo Reynolds