The egg — primordial, fragile, eternal.
In this series, I return to the most elemental of symbols: a closed world, a beginning, a shell that must be broken for life to emerge. Sometimes cosmic, sometimes comic, always contemplative, these images explore themes of rebirth, transformation, vulnerability, and absurdity.
Whether I hatch from an egg, paint it into existence, or tiptoe across its shell, I confront the boundaries between containment and expansion, safety and rupture. Each image poses a question:
What must crack for the self to be born?
What must crack for the self to be born?
Here, the egg is not just a form — it is a philosophy.
Cosmic Egg - A solitary soul floats inside a galactic shell, where rebirth begins among the stars.
Cosmic Embryo - Cracked open in reverse, the cosmos births an idea already halfway out.
Hatching - Caught mid-emergence, the self stares out bewildered from its freshly broken shell.
Patryoshka - Egg within egg, self within self — a recursive dance of identity hatching endlessly.
The Painter 2 - From the cracked egg of creation bursts a daffodil — and the painter who imagined it.
Stepping on Eggshells I - Precarious strides across fragile ground — a quiet metaphor for navigating the unbearable.
Stepping on Eggshells II - A man tiptoes on rupture — every step a risk, every shell a secret.
Diagnosis: Narcissism - Even vanity must hatch from something — daffodils bloom from fractured eggs of self.