The Confession in the Submerged Chamber

$500.00

A fragmented declaration—“I’m a Publican”—emerges through a wash of aquatic tones, layered with spectral maps, vintage diving gear, geometric forms, and dissolving architecture. This collage-like digital painting appears as if it’s been dredged up from the ocean floor, where lost records of identity drift between memory and mythology.

The diver’s helmet anchors the work like a relic of introspection—suggesting descent, deep-sea exploration, or perhaps the isolating weight of confession. The translucent circles echo both bubbles and spotlight halos, while the obscured faces and ruins behind the text hint at layered personas or historical reckonings.

A fragmented declaration—“I’m a Publican”—emerges through a wash of aquatic tones, layered with spectral maps, vintage diving gear, geometric forms, and dissolving architecture. This collage-like digital painting appears as if it’s been dredged up from the ocean floor, where lost records of identity drift between memory and mythology.

The diver’s helmet anchors the work like a relic of introspection—suggesting descent, deep-sea exploration, or perhaps the isolating weight of confession. The translucent circles echo both bubbles and spotlight halos, while the obscured faces and ruins behind the text hint at layered personas or historical reckonings.