Dimensions: 122cm (h) x 122cm (w)
Medium: oil sticks, acrylic paint, aerosol, and paper on canvas
Description: This is a confession to myself—a raw unravelling of the fracture that never fully mends. The death of my younger sister shattered me utterly; I held her purpled body in my arms, the weight of her stillness etching itself into my bones. I remember the house choked with police and ambulance officers, their shadows blurring as they carried her out in a black bag, zipping finality over the unimaginable. Time dragged to a crawl, and I dissociated, floating untethered from the scene. I could see people talking—mouths moving in frantic waves—but their voices dissolved into a muffled void; time nearly halted, or perhaps it was my mind, desperately freezing the horror in place so I wouldn't have to process the flood of feeling, the blade-sharp pain.
That day, I was at the skatepark, wheels humming beneath me in a rhythm of escape, when my phone rang. It was my older sister, her voice laced with panic, a tremor that clawed at the air: she couldn't say what had happened, only begged me to come home. My gut twisted into knots of nausea—I knew, in that instant, something life-altering had cracked open the world. The weirdest part? Ten minutes before the call, my legs turned to jelly, buckling beneath me; I couldn't skate another push, as if my body had foreseen the exact moment her soul slipped from this earth, a premonition etched in the quiver of my veins.
This piece stands as a haunting reminder of who gifted me these messages that pulse through my art—she does, channeling through me as her voice, whispering the words she never could. It is a visual echo of the feelings that swirl around me ceaselessly, her presence lingering not as a ghost, but in small, shimmering particles: fragments of light and shadow that refuse to fade, proving she's still here, woven into the very air I breathe.
Collection Details: The “Visual Thinking” series by Tarik is a cornerstone of his artistic oeuvre, showcasing his relentless pursuit of innovation and emotional depth. In this series, Tarik pushes boundaries through experimental techniques, meticulously layering his work to evoke obsession, care, and a climactic sense of arousal. Each layer represents a deliberate step in his creative process, reflecting his commitment to capturing complex feelings and narratives. By challenging societal norms and rejecting restrictive labels, Tarik celebrates the individuality of the artist’s hand, emphasizing the creative process over conventional categorization. His work invites viewers to engage with art a
Dimensions: 122cm (h) x 122cm (w)
Medium: oil sticks, acrylic paint, aerosol, and paper on canvas
Description: This is a confession to myself—a raw unravelling of the fracture that never fully mends. The death of my younger sister shattered me utterly; I held her purpled body in my arms, the weight of her stillness etching itself into my bones. I remember the house choked with police and ambulance officers, their shadows blurring as they carried her out in a black bag, zipping finality over the unimaginable. Time dragged to a crawl, and I dissociated, floating untethered from the scene. I could see people talking—mouths moving in frantic waves—but their voices dissolved into a muffled void; time nearly halted, or perhaps it was my mind, desperately freezing the horror in place so I wouldn't have to process the flood of feeling, the blade-sharp pain.
That day, I was at the skatepark, wheels humming beneath me in a rhythm of escape, when my phone rang. It was my older sister, her voice laced with panic, a tremor that clawed at the air: she couldn't say what had happened, only begged me to come home. My gut twisted into knots of nausea—I knew, in that instant, something life-altering had cracked open the world. The weirdest part? Ten minutes before the call, my legs turned to jelly, buckling beneath me; I couldn't skate another push, as if my body had foreseen the exact moment her soul slipped from this earth, a premonition etched in the quiver of my veins.
This piece stands as a haunting reminder of who gifted me these messages that pulse through my art—she does, channeling through me as her voice, whispering the words she never could. It is a visual echo of the feelings that swirl around me ceaselessly, her presence lingering not as a ghost, but in small, shimmering particles: fragments of light and shadow that refuse to fade, proving she's still here, woven into the very air I breathe.
Collection Details: The “Visual Thinking” series by Tarik is a cornerstone of his artistic oeuvre, showcasing his relentless pursuit of innovation and emotional depth. In this series, Tarik pushes boundaries through experimental techniques, meticulously layering his work to evoke obsession, care, and a climactic sense of arousal. Each layer represents a deliberate step in his creative process, reflecting his commitment to capturing complex feelings and narratives. By challenging societal norms and rejecting restrictive labels, Tarik celebrates the individuality of the artist’s hand, emphasizing the creative process over conventional categorization. His work invites viewers to engage with art a
