Untitled 5 (Ant Hill)

A forked, weathered trunk rises like a mute altar in an open field, its pale surface overrun by glossy black ant forms that convert the organic relic into a living cartography of labor and drift. The stark, overexposed sky evacuates atmosphere, throwing the sculpture into an almost clinical clarity where each small body becomes a mark—an insistence of the collective against the solitary monument. Poised between parkland leisure and distant city structures, the work reads as a quiet parable of urban ecology: how communities—seen or ignored—colonize what remains, rewriting nature’s vertical gesture into a choreography of survival.