"In the stories we tell and the myths we live within, we can rediscover the essence of who we truly are — untouched by money and time, unshaken by the drone of a hyper-logical world."
Christopher Radcliffe
Mitología is a living fine art studio. A place where the discarded is not restored, but revealed. Rust, bone, ash, and wire are shaped by hand and embraced with care. Fire leaves its trace. Silence becomes method.
We create with memory. The kind that clings to surfaces and settles in fractures. Our work doesn’t chase perfection; it listens, responds, transforms.
Our mythology is the undercurrent. A way of seeing through time. A quiet act of remembering what the world tries to forget.
Mitología is a return to presence: to texture, to weight, to the quiet force of what endures.
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Merging spiritual inquiry with visual joy, the artist creates radiant abstractions that feel both meditative and electric. In his Atomic Donut series, vibrant rings pulse with cosmic energy – part Eden, part sugar rush. Through a lens of quiet reverence, the artist explores life, rebirth and meaning through colour, where theology meets pop and contemplation tastes unexpectedly sweet.
FOUR SEASONS
A collection not meant to be simply viewed – but experienced. The work is a wild ride through the landscapes of the artist's soul and the oceans of the world. Each piece is an invitation to the unknown, a journey through vibrant colour, untamed texture and the deep, reflective quiet of life lived on the edge of adventure – each piece beckoning you to set sail on your own journey.”
spring
Spring isn’t really a season in Africa
it’s more of a feeling that slowly grows on you.
More and more green every day.
Each breath. Each day.
Each leaf unfolding.
The mango tree whispers and stretches.
The sky flips inside out.
And the warm wind says:
“Here we go again.”
summer
Summer never really ends - not here.
It shifts slightly. And the rhythm changes a touch.
But wow how the colours bloom into a vivid tapestry.
And how your skin soaks up all the golden rays of the sun.
The heat never leaves you –
Instead it becomes your skin,
And it becomes your breath.
And you become Africa.
autumn
Not falling, but flowing.
Gold flows into ochre,
Ochre into amber and fire.
The air, now thick with ash and bird song.
And still, she doesn’t miss a beat.
She swells like a dancing flame,
Pushing toward her own quiet end.
Winter
No snow.
Only a bold blue light —
With cobalt blue shadows stretching out like chocolate fingers
Steam rises from beneath the sun-warmed stones.
There’s a hush in the bush, but never a silence.
It’s still warm. Still moving. Still full of life.
Even when it rests,
It's alive with the pulse of its African heart.
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Merging spiritual inquiry with visual joy, the artist creates radiant abstractions that feel both meditative and electric. In his Atomic Donut series, vibrant rings pulse with cosmic energy – part Eden, part sugar rush. Through a lens of quiet reverence, the artist explores life, rebirth and meaning through colour, where theology meets pop and contemplation tastes unexpectedly sweet.
Lonely Cactus
Everything around it
is dry, cracked, melting in the sun.
And still —
This one hand reaches up.
Soft, yet stupid,
and alive.
Like a young mother, she wants to be strong.
And so she just is.
Blue Donkey
The sun beats down,
The sand stretches far and wide.
Built to carry double, without question.
Blue – because the weight is dead,
more than any man could bear.
Still standing.
Still carrying.
Even when no ones around.
PEDRA
A quiet meditation in muted tones, the stone-tones invite the viewer to reflect on the subtle beauty of simplicity. Its understated elegance draws attention to texture and form, creating an atmosphere of calm and contemplation. The soft neutrality of the colour evokes timelessness, grounding the viewer in a peaceful moment of stillness and introspection.
CHOCOLATE
A deep, earthy composition that speaks to the raw, unrefined nature of existence. This dusty brown canvas brings together the warmth of a rich, chocolate hue with an almost tactile sense of history and depth. The textured surface creates a connection to the natural world, inviting the viewer to reflect on the forgotten beauty found in decay and quiet strength.
Frozen Echoes: The Silent Wall
In the stark, silent expanse of a frozen world, "Frozen Echoes" emerges as a meditation on stillness, isolation, and the unspoken passage of time. The canvas is alive with the tension of frozen water, captured mid-motion – its hard, icy surface untouched by human interference. The cold water, encased in the frozen structure of a glacier, seems to exist in a parallel time – timeless, distant, far removed from man's unceasing chaos.
Deserts of Silence
In this work, “Deserts of Silence," the tension between space and time is palpable. A dusty expanse of clay dust stretches across the canvas, a warm colour that reflects both the purity and brutality of the desert. There is no softness here – only the harsh, unrelenting force of nature in its quietest form. The sand is not just a medium but a presence, a quiet witness to the passage of ages.
The composition is stark, yet meditative. Shades of brown and black and grey dominate the piece, with rough, textured brushstrokes creating the jagged edges of frozen formations. These textures speak to the impenetrable weight of the desert, each crack and crevice an echo of an eternal landscape, untouched by the hands of man. The cold, harsh beauty of the sands symbolises both fragility and endurance, a silent testament to nature’s strength.
Quinta:
a visual ode to the land
A line divides two worlds:
Above, the sky
— vast and blue and endless.
Below, the earth
— amber and aching like scorched skin,
baking beneath the weight of its own long story.
Between them,
a long white house
sits alone and still.
The Quinta.
Not grand,
but grounded.
It does not move,
but it remembers.
It holds the heat,
and waits for rain.
This is the heartland —
where human hands
carve out time
against the silent sky.
Where men labour in the dust,
and where the horizon
knows no boundary.
Only the promise of tomorrow.
THE THREE OLIVES
Three stones. Three seeds. Three trees.
Witnesses of strength.
Trust them — their silence will not break.
They will not speak.
They will not move.
They are the keepers.
Of the sacred grove.
Of the unspoken winds.
They will endure.
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A deep, earthy composition that speaks to the raw, unrefined nature of existence. This dusty brown canvas brings together the warmth of a rich, chocolate hue with an almost tactile sense of history and depth. The textured surface creates a connection to the natural world, inviting the viewer to reflect on the forgotten beauty found in decay and quiet strength.
Title
A deep, earthy composition that speaks to the raw, unrefined nature of existence. This dusty brown canvas brings together the warmth of a rich, chocolate hue with an almost tactile sense of history and depth. The textured surface creates a connection to the natural world, inviting the viewer to reflect on the forgotten beauty found in decay and quiet strength.
Title
A deep, earthy composition that speaks to the raw, unrefined nature of existence. This dusty brown canvas brings together the warmth of a rich, chocolate hue with an almost tactile sense of history and depth. The textured surface creates a connection to the natural world, inviting the viewer to reflect on the forgotten beauty found in decay and quiet strength.
RETURN TO EDEN
Adam returns to Eden to find the garden destroyed.
The serpent smirks one last time. The apple tree stands alone — burnt, blackened, rooted in hallowed ground.
There is no sign of sin to forgive.
No knowledge left to taste.
Only the silence of what was once sacred.
BUNNY BOILER
She plays hard to get and speaks very softly.
The warning signs are always wrapped in cotton wool and satin silk.
That bunny isn’t a gift — it’s your final warning.
And by the time you realise it, you’re already in the pot.
