I’m drawn to ordinary moments that come apart under time and close attention. Sometimes these take the form of what I think of as soft transgressions: domestic disorder, a quiet bodily undoing, a dog pissing where it shouldn’t. Other times they become sealed moments: an instant of absorption so complete it suspends, a scene that feels remembered rather than witnessed.
I want to paint the ache of duration: how routine sits beside loss, how we measure, waste, and live through time. Mortality is present even in our smallest habits. I think about how we become what we look at and what we remember, how the familiar grows strange, and how intimacy rehearses its own disappearance.
My work is accountable to lived time, loss, and attention. I seek neither irony nor sweetness, but to hold tenderness and discomfort together; to show things as they are: uncanny, fallible, funny, finite.
For more information email hello@kanaphilip.com
I want to paint the ache of duration: how routine sits beside loss, how we measure, waste, and live through time. Mortality is present even in our smallest habits. I think about how we become what we look at and what we remember, how the familiar grows strange, and how intimacy rehearses its own disappearance.
My work is accountable to lived time, loss, and attention. I seek neither irony nor sweetness, but to hold tenderness and discomfort together; to show things as they are: uncanny, fallible, funny, finite.
For more information email hello@kanaphilip.com