Pessimistic Hitchhiker, Oil on Canvas, 2026

“The world’s now a stretch of endless thirsty highway, a tangled knot of abandonded freight.Peeled paint on billboards. telling you to submit to a higher power before you find your own. The eyes of bureacratic gods watch to sell your data, to turn water to phlegm, crude to cash, begging you to exalt the crimson flood of human triumph, while leaving you stranded. Where asphalt meets the sky, neon with the breath of artifice and the clogged lung of profit. And the horizon unhinges its jaw, thumbs out and down.”