The Unraveling

The chaos arrives slowly—and beautifully. Rendered in the style of classical oil painting, these scenes borrow the elegance of still life but replace the fruit bowl with a fly on a fried egg, the wine glass with a full-blown relapse.

The brushwork suggests tradition; the subject matter suggests unraveling. A plate with no meal. A donut surrounded by pharmaceuticals. A bed, sunlit and wrecked, still warm from last night’s abandon.

Each frame balances on the edge of satire and sincerity, composed with precision but soaked in disorder. This isn’t the drama of catastrophe. It’s the intimacy of deterioration—tidy, quiet, and entirely out of control.

(Created in cooperation with artificial intelligence and professional post-production tools © Gesche Wendt, 2025)