Jozimar Matimano

"The Primate's Contemplation upon the Amanita Throne: A Meditation on Mortality, Stellar Ancestry, and the Verdant Surge of Immortal Blooms"

30x40 in
Oil on canvas
Completed in 2024

"The Primate's Contemplation upon the
Amanita Throne'

Beneath the gaze of Dogon stars and silent saucers,
the skull whispers of ephemeral flesh, while roots and
petals roar eternity."

Meet the philosopher-ape perched atop a crimson mushroom throne, cradling mortality in his palm, around him, flowers claw through darkness in defiance, while above, ancient stars and UFOs hum the universe's oldest riddles, Is consciousness a gift-or a cosmic accident?Are we stardust dreaming of itself, or just brief sparks in nature's infinite?

What do you see in this painting!?

"The Keybearer's Dilemma: Anatomy of Flight
and Confinement in a Bean Bag Reverie, Unlocking
the Cage of Mind and Heart"

Oil on canvas
36x48 in
Completed in 2024

In this surreal world of contrasts, a man sinks into
the comfort of a bean bag chair, arm outstretched
toward a bird carrying keys to its own cage, but this
is no ordinary cage. Its twisted bars hold fragments
of a human heart and brain, suspended between
captivity and liberation, what does it mean to yearn
for freedom while clinging to the very things that
bind us?

Meaning behind the symbolism :

The bird embodies fleeting freedom, its keys a
paradox tools of escape or shackles of control?

The cage cradles visceral truths: the heart
(emotion) and brain (logic), trapped yet preserved

The bean bag mirrors modern complacency
comfortable stagnation versus the courage to reach.

"We have to ourselves. Do we hold the keys to our own cages, or are we forever chasing wings or keys to them?"

"Threshold of Silentium"
Oil on canvas
36x48 in
Completed in 2024

"Threshold of Silentium"
Evokes the quiet tension between existence and
mortality, merging with the liminal space the man occupies. It also hints at broken permanence, the severed tree, ephemeral blooms of flowers, and enduring skull on the books fragments of time. I feel that putting words together to explain this can do injustice to it but your own interpretation can make it make sense in your own circumstances.

"The Cerebral Fuse: A Mind held in Fragile Hands"
16x20 in
Oil on canvas
Completed in 2024

💥 "The Cerebral Fuse: A Mind Held in Fragile Hands" 🧠✨
Where the mind’s brilliance meets its delicate edge. This piece cradles the brain like a grenade—its neural pathways coiled like wires, its power volatile, its survival dependent on the hands that hold it. What ignites us could also unravel us. This is a reminder that consciousness is both weapon and wonder, and every thought carries the weight of detonation. How do you hold your own? 🤲💣