"What do we live for?" , asks the artist in her newest works. She answers it with paintings of her loved ones. Of dear moments and memories. Of blurred dreams and fantasies.

It is not money that we live for. Not our work, not our phones. What is notable about these pieces, is not what is there, but what is missing. How much are we willing to give, just to live? How do we want to spend the time we have? How much longer will a person endure an amount of work and pain and doomscrolling before they break?

Why do so many artists prefer to paint the beautiful? Why do so many ordinary people resonate with paintings of the beautiful? It's because that's what we long for. No more corporations and deadlines. Yes, we must acknowledge the pain in this world. But at one point we have to concentrate on the beauty in it. On the weirdness and the strenght. If that is what we want to preserve.

Can we really just critizies the world by painting what's wrong?Is it ignorance or endurance, to thematizise what you live for? In a world where it is radical to not be "busy", doing what you love is an act of rebellion.