Hans Deslauriers X Makenoize
Oil & Acrylic, 18 x 36 inches + Frame
This artwork explores the quiet comfort that can exist within brokenness.
When disorder becomes familiar, it can start to feel like shelter rather than threat.
The fractures, the tension, the instability.
All become part of a language the body understands.
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This piece is not about healing the cracks,
but about learning to live inside them
3 200 $
Oil & Acrylic, 36 x 36 inches
Drowning.. but into flowers, that sounds nice right ?
Right ??
3 200 $
Adieu, 2024
Oil & Acrylic, 24 x 48 inches
You can feel a muted nostalgia
the kind that mourns what once existed but will never return.
Emotions collide: a burning anger, a heavy sadness.
They coexist without canceling each other out.
All of it wrapped in a pastel, retro atmosphere almost gentle
a striking contrast to the intensity inside.
A clash of eras, colors, and feelings,
yet somehow each finds its rightful place within the composition.
A fragile balance, but one that fully embraces its instability.
SOLD
Eaux Troubles, 2024
Oil & Acrylic, 24 x 36 inches
A quiet confrontation between
inner pressure and outward calm.
An unstable balance, deliberately maintained.
A reminder that softness can carry weight,
and that what feels familiar is not always safe.
SOLD
FEAR, 2024
Oil & Acrylic, 30 x 48 inches
Fear is the fear of war.
Fear of what drives it.. money, humanity’s greatest flaw,
In the upper right corner, Oppenheimer appears, alongside the formula representing a nuclear reaction.
4 900 $
Erreur 404, 2024
Oil & Acrylic, 36 x 36 inches
Who hasn’t played Minesweeper on an old, slow PC, yellowed by time?
Every click can blow everything up, uncertainty is constant.
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Sometimes there’s the urge to quit, just for a moment.
But in my version, the only way out is permanent.
No comeback.
So we keep going.
Out of habit, out of hope, or simply to beat our own score.
A disguised metaphor, suspended between nostalgia and resilience.
SOLD
Sens Unique, 2024
Oil & Acrylic, 30 x 30 inches
The transition into adulthood hits here like a car crash.
A luxury car, a symbol of an illusory success we spend our whole lives chasing, yet one that guarantees nothing.
We move forward at full speed toward manufactured ideals, clinging to markers of achievement…
and yet, we all end up in the same place.
A piece about disillusionment.
The inevitable collision between our expectations and reality.
2 800 $
VOID, 2025
Oil & Acrylic, 36 x 48 inches
Void is an exploration of emptiness, inspired by brutalist aesthetics.
One attempt among many to give shape to that which,
by nature, escapes all form.
What is real?
What does our existence actually rest on?
Monochrome asserts itself here as an obvious choice.
A mental grey, a blurred zone where everything loses meaning, where nothing truly acts or reacts.
The candles symbolize a light destined to fade.
They burn, yes, but their end is inevitable.
Nothing is eternal.
This is one of the rare works in which I chose not to counterbalance the darkness with a brighter touch.
Nothing allowed for it.
SOLD