Tick, tick, tick. He’s all time and tension, dressed sharp like he’s got somewhere more important to be. Always thinking, always planning, watching the seconds slip through his fingers. His head’s a clock, but who’s winding it up? The world? His own ambition? Either way, he’s stuck in it – grinding forward, never stopping, never breathing. And for what? Success? Survival? The illusion of control? Look closer. Maybe he’s already late. Maybe he’s been running out of time all along.
 
 
Acrylic on streched canvas
2013/2017/2021 (London, United Kingdom/Alytus, Lithuania)
61 x 91 cm