Named for the twin sons of Ares and Aphrodite—gods of fear and terror—Phobos and Deimos explores the internal collision of masculinity’s two primal emotions. Two faces emerge from a storm of color and impasto: one strained in ecstatic defiance, the other shadowed and contemplative, both born from the same neck, the same wound.

Brushstrokes slice across the canvas like emotional lacerations—bright ochre, blood-red, icy teal—carving light out of darkness. The left side glows with hard-won illumination; the right recedes into a brutal, intimate night.

The work asks: When you split yourself in two, which one survives?

This is not about gods. It is about the men we become when we refuse to kneel to fear—or let it define us.