



Set against a velvety, star-speckled night, the work stages an impossible pastoral where bovine bodies become vessels for a genealogy of consciousness—vines unfurling from their backs as if thought itself could photosynthesize. The composition braids two opposing currents of green and gray into a single, twisting axis, guiding the eye upward toward a crowned, mask-like visage that reads as deity, ancestor, and witness all at once. Saturated headscarves and ornamented collars punctuate the dark field with ritual intensity, turning the animals’ steady gait into a ceremonial procession rather than mere movement. In this suspended cosmos, multiplicity blooms from the ordinary, suggesting that identity is not singular but cultivated—rooted in the earth, mirrored in the herd, and finally lifted into myth.







