EBITART
The balance sheet, hung on a wall.
Paintings, photographs and worn objects by OakMan.
Capital builds the room.
The room becomes an image.
The image becomes a thing you can hold.
The thing holds its number.
Plexi. Laser. Bass.
Held still.
Bass / 04:11
The moment after the drop. Held still.
Blue Room / Berlin
Laser, smoke, bodies. One frame.
Red Hour / Paris
Red wash. The room turned inside.
Crossfire
Red against blue. Two rooms, one image.
EBITA / Repetition I
- Year
- 2024
- City
- Stockholm
- Medium
- Acrylic, spray, epoxy on panel
- Size
- 160 × 160 cm
- Edition
- 01 / unique
- Status
- Held
A balance sheet written by hand. The word repeated until it stops meaning earnings and starts meaning belief.
Ask the studio →Hand on the canvas.
Camera on the floor.
Resin sealing the night.
Number stamped on the back.
Black fabric.
Warm light. First sight.
Every EBITART arrives in a hand-stitched black fabric pouch, floating in a matte black frame. The first time you see it is the first time it sees the room.
Ready to hang. Frame and fabric included. Nothing else needed.
One word. Four chapters.
Doctrine
Five principles. The grammar every work obeys.
Capital
Why EBITA is the word of the century — and why it belongs on a wall.
Vault
The closed ledger. Editions, cities, status.
Access
Leave a number. We answer in seven days.
The door is small.
The room is dark.
Leave a number. We answer in seven days.
Next — Clubs.
The room. The bass. What the eye meets first.