"His Bed" is an act of raw, painful, and necessary testimony.

Forced to live under the same roof as this daily reality, the artist does not merely document it: he transforms the intimate and degraded space of his brother’s room into a visual field of direct confrontation with the chaos of addiction, capturing the invisible weight of powerlessness and the silent despair that permeate every corner of the house.​​​​​​​

The unmade bed, the floor littered with cigarette butts, empty cans, food scraps, scattered papers, bloodstains on the wall, an abandoned knife and piles of waste reaching beneath the bed become fragments of a broader narrative about the forced coexistence with another person’s addiction.

The artist consciously chooses not to create “classic” photographs, nor to clean or reconstruct the scene. Instead, he adopts a radical visual language: images dominated by deep black and luminous elements that emerge like wounds, where only outlines, details, broken lines and fragments of objects are revealed.

“His Bed” is not merely the portrait of a room; it is the portrait of a violated boundary, of pain that settles into objects and corners of the space, and of an artist attempting to make visible the chaos he cannot escape and to reclaim a space for himself within a context that suffocates him day after day.