Eric Stefanski’s text-based works are raw, self-aware, and laced with humor, blending personal insecurity with biting social commentary. Scrawled in bold, expressive strokes, his phrases read like confessions, jokes, or frustrated outbursts—turning the canvas into both a diary and a stage. Whether mocking the art world, relationships, or his own neuroses, Stefanski’s words land with a mix of cynicism and vulnerability, balancing between absurdity and brutal honesty. His works thrive on contradiction: they feel both deeply personal and universally relatable, both self-deprecating and defiant. In a landscape where sincerity and irony often collide, Stefanski makes it clear—you can laugh, but the joke might be on you.
