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I Was Never Cast, 2025 — drip and lacquer across a deep yellow field; the seat, not the stage.

I Was Never Cast · 2025 · Acrylic on canvas · 50 × 50 cm

Most people think they're the character. They're not. They're in the audience. But they keep walking onto the stage and trying to act. Every time they do, they suffer. The actor takes the pain. The actor takes the joy. You — in row F — don't have to. You forgot you were in the seats. That's the suffering. The forgetting. You don't become unhappy or happy without your consent. You've been consenting all your life. Watch what happens when you stop.

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