This is the kind of image that, to me, says a lot with very little.
It reflects the world of football, a world I was never good at, never drawn to.
 
And still, growing up as a boy, not playing football somehow makes you stand out… it turns you into a target.
That’s where the title comes from.
 
“Target” feels obvious at first, almost literal. But it also speaks to something else: the way certain expectations are placed onto the male body, how it is shaped, judged, and often reduced to a narrow script. To fit in, to perform, to belong.
This work sits right there, between what is seen, and what is silently imposed.
 
Oil on canvas
13,7x10,5 in (35x27 cm)
2021