HUGO & CLEO
COLLECTION
Born four minutes apart, Hugo and Cleo have spent their whole lives being the thing the other one couldn't. He fills every room he enters. She holds its shape after everyone leaves. This is a collection about the tension between those two forces, and the beauty that lives in not choosing between them.
MEET HUGO & CLEO
CLEO
She waited until she was certain. She still is.
HUGO
He arrived before he was ready. He always does.
BRING IT HOME
YOUR WAY
If this collection resonates with you, explore different ways to collect the work. Personalize how you experience and live with each piece.
WALL ART
Paintings & Prints for display.
ART FURNITURE
Closets & Cabinets as functional art.
HOME DECOR
Cushions, Blankets & Textiles.
LIMITED EDITION
42 Pieces Only Worldwide
Each work is released in an edition of 42 worldwide, reflecting the age shared by every subject in the collection.
Each piece is individually hand-finished & signed by the artist.
No two are exactly alike, making every work a unique variation.
Each piece includes a certificate of authenticity confirming its edition and provenance.
The World of
HUGO & CLEO
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We were not born from the same dream. We were born from the same dreamer, split at the seam, handed out separately, sent into the world to prove that one mind is never enough to hold everything. Hugo is the feeling before the thought. Cleo is the thought before the feeling. Between them: the only honest place.
We are surrealists not by choice but by condition. This is simply what the world looks like when you see it from both sides at once. We do not agree. We do not need to. The argument is the art. We have always known this.
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They were born four minutes apart in a city that no longer appears on any map, to a mother who sewed other people's dreams and a father who disappeared into a painting. Hugo arrived first and cried, not from shock, but from the sudden absence of company. Cleo arrived four minutes later, eyes already open, already looking for him.
They grew up sharing a bedroom wall. Hugo talked through it every night. Cleo knocked back: once for yes, twice for no. She never gave him three knocks. Even then, she could feel what it cost him to stop.
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Hugo wakes loudly, music before coffee, the window open before he remembers the cold. He performs wherever the day takes him: a stage, a street corner, a bad bar, a good kitchen. He plays to whoever is in the back of the room. He is always playing to whoever is in the back of the room.
Cleo wakes early and in silence. She draws blueprints of places that do not exist, buildings with rooms for feelings, corridors that lead to forgotten memories. By midday, something has been made. By evening, Hugo has filled it. This is not a coincidence. This is the arrangement.
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They live in adjacent rooms in a terracotta apartment above a market that sells things people didn't know they needed. The walls are warm. There is always music coming from one side and silence coming from the other, and the place where those two things meet is the hallway, and the hallway is where everything important happens.
They hang on the same wall. They have never agreed on which of them is the portrait and which is the mirror. They have stopped arguing about it. The room holds both.
Here, furniture and textiles move beyond function. They respond emotionally. Home becomes the place where one returns to oneself, without explanation, without defense.
Licensing Our Artwork
If you’d like to use these artworks in your own ventures, whether for product design, digital media, or any other creative application, please get in touch. We’re open to diverse collaborations and happy to discuss licensing options with you.
