Don’t go chasing chimeras

The anglerfish doesn’t need to run after you.
It just glows.

A lighthouse as bait.
Hope dressed as guidance.
Salvation shaped like a signal.

It looks like direction.
It’s digestion.

The golden cage isn’t even the worst part.

Because this isn’t just about being eaten.

The plastic bag tells the second story.

You won’t just lose yourself chasing shiny illusions.
You’ll survive — barely — in someone else’s aquarium.

Displayed.
Contained.
Marketed.

That’s the modern twist.

First you chase the light.
Then you become the product.

The trap isn’t only the monster.
It’s the promise.

And sometimes the cage isn’t made of bars —
it’s transparent, portable, and socially acceptable.

Don’t go chasing chimeras.
Not every lighthouse is there to save you.

Acryl on canvas 60x60cm.