GURLS is an obsession with line, plasticity, and form. An endless collection of female images flowing from one style to another, dissolving into gradients of color, stretching in proportions, compressing into graphic symbols.
The female body here is not just an object but a starting point. It is at times airy and ghostly, at times heavy like a bronze statue; smooth like the glossy surface of a dream, then rough like a sculpture hewn by a coarse hand. It is both militant, clad in metal and straps, and helplessly soft, spilling in patches of light.
GURLS is an exploration of the feminine—its dynamism, its command over attention, its inescapable magnetism. It is a play with imagined ideals, an attempt to grasp what forever slips away. It is objectification not as limitation but as a search for form, an idealizing act of creation.
The project spans years. Female figures replace one another, transforming into new variations, new experiments in anatomy, color, texture, meaning. Each one contains motion, passion, tension.
This is not just imagery. This is a ritual. An inexhaustible attempt to understand what it is about feminine—why the gaze keeps returning, why the hand reaches out once more for a new contour.