When the Party Dies

“When the Party Dies” captures the moment when the thrill turns hollow. When the hype, the bodies, the lights, and the attention suddenly feel less like celebration and more like chaos disguised as validation.

In the dim interior of a car under a swollen moon, a man sits surrounded by women, their hands reaching, clinging, claiming. The scene is seductive on the surface but unsettling beneath it a reminder that the people closest to you in the moment aren’t always there for you, just the version of you that the night creates. The fuzzy dice hanging from the mirror hint at risk, chance, and the dangerous game of letting the wrong energy steer you.

Piece is on un-stretched canvas.