Fever Fruit
Oil on Paper
A handful of green peppers twist across a table, their forms caught between motion and stillness. Against the red, they seem to crawl, to dance. Almost like serpents in a ritual, or the living strands of Medusa’s hair.
Peppers carry a language of resilience and fire. In many cultures, they ward off the evil eye, symbols of fertility, vitality, and luck. Their heat speaks of assertiveness, of courage, and of the spark that resists harm by burning brighter.
The red behind them vibrates with its own contradictions: love and danger, life and warning, desire and defiance. Together, they form a scene of quiet tension, where protection and passion coexist.
A still life that feels almost alive, pulsing with the energy of transformation.
