



A solitary, tiger-striped figure sits posed on a quilted plinth like a living emblem suspended between instinct and civility, while a single apple hovers above as both lure and judgement. The stage-like room—with its hard corners, twin streetlamps, and neatly painted horizon of river and mountains—compresses nature into décor, turning landscape into an interior backdrop and desire into a carefully lit exhibit. The crisp reds and cool blues sharpen the tension between appetite and restraint, as the bitten fruit at the edge quietly announces the cost of temptation already paid. In this poised stillness, the body becomes a site of performance: wildness domesticated, yet never fully contained.







