200cm x 120cm | oil on wood

Whether it is real or an illusion, The tale of the changeling is saturated by folkloric fear Yet the act of adaptation to the unseen is our very nature, and not every person knows that they are welcome to wear a thousand faces. We are most lost when we are grasping for one identity; especially one carved by the pursuit of perfection. A changeling, understood to be neither human nor fae, will challenge this tedious notion The idea that we are one definable personality - and that each person is merely a single thread being drawn out of a unified tapestry.
One tapestry? For all that could be? Give me infinite realities to dance in, One tapestry it simply cannot be.

The changeling