Reality:of Truth
Mannheim, Oct 30th
Reality of truth
January 2026
My art is a visual response to a world in constant flux — a way of filtering noise, conflict, and contradiction through my personal lens. I merge elements of pop culture, political symbolism, and surreal figuration to explore the tension between appearance and reality, surface and depth. Through bold color palettes, layered narratives, and iconic imagery, I invite viewers to confront the absurdity, beauty, and harsh reality of my truth time — a world as seen through my eyes.
'When Barry takes a photo, he doesn’t just capture an image—he imprints the soul of the story behind it into the photograph itself. A huge Shootout to Barry! Let yourself fall into the scene. And now! Enjoy some of his amazing work.'
(2025, Jim Kong)
Reality
of Truth
the Reality of truth
Mannheim Oct 30th, 2025
Mannheim, January 2026
My art is a visual response to a world in constant flux — a way of filtering noise, conflict, and contradiction through my personal lens. I merge elements of pop culture, political symbolism, and surreal figuration to explore the tension between appearance and reality, surface and depth. Through bold color palettes, layered narratives, and iconic imagery, I invite viewers to confront the absurdity, beauty, and harsh reality of my truth time — a world as seen through my eyes.
"My art is how
I sort the world
—
how I find peace in
the reflection of my reality."
Back to the Canvas
Far from my roots, I wandered
Now the #CanvasCalls, everything begins to shift toward a new reality.
My art is how I sort the world
—
how I find peace in the reflection of my reality
"Photography is the art of freezing that fleeting breath — the moment when you can almost touch the air and feel the world pulse around you."
As I traveled through Cambodia with my fiancé, we spent a couple of days in Siem Reap.
One night, we wandered along Pub Street, looking for a bit of fun but also hoping to find a quieter spot. Eventually, we turned into a small side street where the bars slowly disappeared, one by one. That’s when we saw a dog crossing the road.
You could tell he was hungry, exhausted, and worn down by daily life. I immediately started looking for a shop to buy some food for him, but there was none in sight. I walked back to the last restaurant before the streetlights ended and asked if they had any leftover meat from cooking. They said no and unfortunately, I hadn’t chosen the cheapest restaurant.
Paying $28 for an entrecôte in Cambodia is far from cheap—especially for an unprocessed piece of meat with no sides. On the way back to find the dog, he had turned into the Wat Preah Prom Rath temple, where I wasn’t allowed to enter. So, I left the meat at the gate.While doing so, I noticed a small bar called 'BARCODE' nearby—and that’s where I´ve met Barry for the first time.
As I traveled through Cambodia with my fiancé, we spent a couple of days in Siem Reap.
One night, we wandered along Pub Street, looking for a bit of fun but also hoping to find a quieter spot. Eventually, we turned into a small side street where the bars slowly disappeared, one by one. That’s when we saw a dog crossing the road.
"Photography is the art of freezing that fleeting breath — the moment when you can almost touch the air and feel the world pulse around you."
As I traveled through Cambodia with my fiancé, we spent a couple of days in Siem Reap.
One night, we wandered along Pub Street, looking for a bit of fun but also hoping to find a quieter spot. Eventually, we turned into a small side street where the bars slowly disappeared, one by one. That’s when we saw a dog crossing the road.
You could tell he was hungry, exhausted, and worn down by daily life. I immediately started looking for a shop to buy some food for him, but there was none in sight. I walked back to the last restaurant before the streetlights ended and asked if they had any leftover meat from cooking. They said no and unfortunately, I hadn’t chosen the cheapest restaurant.
Paying $28 for an entrecôte in Cambodia is far from cheap—especially for an unprocessed piece of meat with no sides. On the way back to find the dog, he had turned into the Wat Preah Prom Rath temple, where I wasn’t allowed to enter. So, I left the meat at the gate.While doing so, I noticed a small bar called 'BARCODE' nearby—and that’s where Barry’s and my story began.
"Photography is the art of freezing that fleeting breath — the moment when you can almost touch the air and feel the world pulse around you."
As I traveled through Cambodia with my fiancé, we spent a couple of days in Siem Reap.
One night, we wandered along Pub Street, looking for a bit of fun but also hoping to find a quieter spot. Eventually, we turned into a small side street where the bars slowly disappeared, one by one. That’s when we saw a dog crossing the road.
As I traveled through Cambodia with my fiancé, we spent a couple of days in Siem Reap.
One night, we wandered along Pub Street, looking for a bit of fun but also hoping to find a quieter spot. Eventually, we turned into a small side street where the bars slowly disappeared, one by one. That’s when we saw a dog crossing the road.
You could tell he was hungry, exhausted, and worn down by daily life. I immediately started looking for a shop to buy some food for him, but there was none in sight. I walked back to the last restaurant before the streetlights ended and asked if they had any leftover meat from cooking. They said no and unfortunately, I hadn’t chosen the cheapest restaurant.
Paying $28 for an entrecôte in Cambodia is far from cheap—especially for an unprocessed piece of meat with no sides. On the way back to find the dog, he had turned into the Wat Preah Prom Rath temple, where I wasn’t allowed to enter. So, I left the meat at the gate.While doing so, I noticed a small bar called 'BARCODE' nearby—and that’s where Barry’s and my story began.
You could tell he was hungry, exhausted, and worn down by daily life. I immediately started looking for a shop to buy some food for him, but there was none in sight. I walked back to the last restaurant before the streetlights ended and asked if they had any leftover meat from cooking. They said no and unfortunately, I hadn’t chosen the cheapest restaurant.
Paying $28 for an entrecôte in Cambodia is far from cheap—especially for an unprocessed piece of meat with no sides. On the way back to find the dog, he had turned into the Wat Preah Prom Rath temple, where I wasn’t allowed to enter. So, I left the meat at the gate.While doing so, I noticed a small bar called 'BARCODE' nearby—and that’s where Barry’s and my story began.