Arbe Myhre is an artist working in illustrated portraiture, unfinished edges, and women who refuse to behave politely.

Her work sits somewhere between fashion illustration, strange little confession, retro glamour, and the face someone makes when they have already decided they are done explaining themselves.

Her pieces often begin with texture rather than certainty. What stays visible: gesso, brush marks, haze, fluorescent colour, scratched lines, exaggerated necks, sharp glasses, awkward beauty, and expressions that know too much.

The work is intentionally not polished into obedience.

After years inside systems that rewarded control, the art became the place where the unfinished parts were allowed to stay visible. The women in her work are odd, watchful, funny, irritated, tender, suspicious, and occasionally carrying the entire room by the jawline.