



This intricately etched “mountain” reads like a compressed atlas of human labor, where terraces, villages, bridges, and quarry-like strata stack into a single, precarious ecology. The monochrome linework turns light into a moral measure—each pebble and furrow rendered with patient insistence—suggesting that what we call landscape is in fact an accumulation of choices. Below, the stark black band of livestock and a mining cart becomes an underworld procession, a quiet allegory of extraction and domestication that both sustains and shadows the pastoral world above. The work holds a tender tension between stewardship and appetite, as if the land itself were being archived at the moment it is being consumed.







