SHOWCASE

/ ARTIST / 2026

ARTIST: svn
COUNTRY: Thailand
CONTACT: https://svndrink.carrd.co
https://www.instagram.com/redlemonadeo
Welcome to the sunlit beach where your mind can breath free once again.

Hello, This is SVN. I'm an artist based in BKK whose work is heavily inspired by surreal dreams, queer love and strange architecture. I find solace in creating a world that is comforting yet weird and terrifying at the same time. Though the themes of the artworks are often heavy, with subjects such as death, losing one's self or many of our other humanly burdens. For me, I think they are worth a conversation to make the world feels less isolating especially in this modern era.

My art has been a source of comfort to me and I always hope that whoever found me will find their little worlds in it as well.

Stay soft, stay hopeful and keep your dreams alive :-) / as always

INCENSE & ASHES

The smell of sandalwood incense filled the air inside the old funeral house. the smoke curled up towards the high painted ceiling. Its bright color reminds you of children's toy house and a life full of joy you too experienced all those years ago.

" Don't you think we're too old for .. any of this ? "

Whoever sits in the blue urn jar high on the shelf seems to think otherwise. As well as the shop owner who picked a weirdly colorful interior for such space. The colors of their souls haven't faded even in death. Mari has came to a conclusion that we all revert back to our 7 years old selves as the final stage of growing up. Meanwhile her partner, Eris just laughed about how her coffin should be pink as well.

ELYSIUM

" You have always loved the beach "

People always fall in love and find beauty in memories. It's always nice to look back a little. Even if it once caused great pain. You drowned once -- a long time ago at this same place, same water. But the time has passed, the mental and physical ache has dulled down enough that even your tongue has forgot the taste of salt and water while you struggled for air.

Every visit back to the fading photograph brought another ruins and wreckages to replace the perfect picture you had originally remembered. It instead became a reminder that things aren't the same anymore.

The beach is now just debris and abandoned construction site. The memory is now left untouched to prevent it from becoming something grotesque.

STYX IS VACANT

Have you ever imagine waking up again with a suitcase in hand ? All dressed up for work, the folds of the shirt are neatly ironed and everything is in its place. The sun has never been brighter and the sky looks as if it is smiling.

" Just like any other day "

You didn't realize something is wrong until you arrived at the bus station. In these past years, you were too busy with work that you have neglected something very important. It has always been for someone or something else. You missed your dogs at home. Missed your mother's birthday. " When was the last time you truly live for yourself? " some other ghosts would ask and you wouldn't be able to answer without sounding pathetic.

Life finally has came to an end on a random Thursday with your feet stuck in the sand by the banks of river Styx.

THE GLASS UNICORN

A childhood imaginary friend has now manifested itself into reality. Taking a form of a unicorn with what seems to be shattered liquor bottle stuck in its head instead of a majestic horn. The horse seems to be unaware of the state it is in and continues to live on in blissful ignorance.

" You used to look ... cuter " The pink creature just blink in confusion at a random passerby's words. What is wrong with people these days?

The horse couldn't understand why people loves the version of where it is just an unresponsive rubber toy more than a slightly weathered but alive breathing thing.

" No, I don't want to live like that anymore "

AISLE2

Just one more drink to stay awake and this will pass.

The artificial light of the drink aisle is now the new sun for the souls who never sleep. It has no warmth and offers only a cold cup of self loathing of what a person has become. The energy is borrowed from the future selves, making you stuck in a forever debt.

Resting isn't an option in such a rushed world.

ANATOMY OF FLOWERS , MARI

An original character design of Mari, A false idol who lives as a saint. Represented by orchid which is the flower of femininity and refinement.

The woman looks as if a marble sculpture has came to life. Soft drapery flows down along with her artificial wings. In this world, beliefs and adoration is a currency worth more than diamond. And she already is abundant. Though behind closed doors, the white fabric isn't as clean and holy as it seems.

ANATOMY OF FLOWERS, ERIS

An original character design of Eris , A cold soul stuck in a loop. Represented by Venus Fly Trap for her guarded and and persistence nature.

The woman has a face with almost no expression in most situations. The eyes has almost lose its sparks. She is often dressed in black uniform issued by some shady business of the underworld. Her lover, Mari seems to be one of the very few people to know what's going on with a strange pink soul following her around.

NEW KIND OF HELL

When familiarity and nostalgia became a weapon. The things you love became what slowly kills you, their claws twisted deep inside your mind until you're unable to enjoy what's in front of you. There are different versions of you in the scene and every single one of them looked happier. Looking back now, A small part of you was lost somewhere in the shallow water of a hotel pool, in the grains of sand. Living in permanent sunset vacation.

" I have always loved unicorns, glossy balloons and those glass ball we used to roll around for fun "

" The hotel and colorful pools are now filled with poison , your beach vacation has now ended "

" It's time to live once more, comeback or don't "

THE GALLERY

The gallery is a cruel place.

Sacrifices for the art. How far are you willing to go to achieve a fleeting dream. Your head is severed. Your hand is breaking apart. You sit on a blade just to see if there's an exit. This ugly cycle never ended.

How could anything justified this senseless self inflicted torture? Desperate fool. You painted cities out of your own blood and it's far from enough.

PEDESTAL

" In my eyes, I see a saint. Lady of mercy dressed in white. "

" I don't understand why she has been trying to tell me she's only human "

Love towards an idealized version of something isn't love. It is at best, a delusion. A selfish worship with no regards to the person you adore.

To love someone, you must learn to love their cracks below the facade. Even if it feels like jumping into the void.