Poppy Seeds is a dazzling body of work — almost blinding.
The colors are full, radiant, unapologetic. The subjects appear bold, seductive, even playful.

This was a crucial and evolutionary phase for me. Alongside technical experimentation, a strong super-pop impulse emerged, shaping the visual language of these paintings. The surfaces vibrate with energy, with brightness, with an almost celebratory intensity.

At that time I had been in New York for only three years. Everything still felt electric — new, intense, waiting to be discovered. The city’s energy seeped into the canvases: its speed, its lights, its overstimulation, its promise.

Yet behind this explosion of color, the themes are not as light as they might first appear. What looks fun often carries something more ambiguous — sometimes darker, sometimes unsettling.

This dual reaction has become a recognizable trait of my work. As one collector once told me:
“When I look at your paintings, my first instinct is to laugh. But a moment later the real message arrives — and I immediately stop.”

That suspended instant — between laughter and awareness — is where Poppy Seeds truly lives.