Other

• A series about haunting absence •

This is a threshold into a shifting world—fluid, dreamlike, charged with energy. It evokes the unknown beyond, but also within: the shadowed origin, the silent lineage, the absence that shapes as much as presence. At its core lies a personal mythology of abandonment and adoption—an identity suspended, a memory with no beginning.

Here, Olivier JLW paints not fixed figures, but mutable presences—bodies in perpetual metamorphosis, hovering between emergence and dissolution. These are sensual forms, erotic without exhibitionism, intimate yet elusive, as if stirred by a force deeper than will. They echo the primal magic of biology—flesh and feeling entangled in instinct, desire, and love.

The palette—deep blacks, flesh tones, and vibrant rose—functions as a secret code of the body. Pink is not innocence, but living tissue, sometimes tenderness, sometimes wound. Faces blur or vanish, not from neglect but reverence: a tribute to what is lost, unnamed, unspoken.

OTHER is not about form, but becoming. Not identity, but incarnation. It is an invitation to enter a dream of the body—mysterious, erotic, and unresolved.