Untitled 2 (Burnt Seinna)

In this sepia-toned allegory, two nude figures kneel in a hushed ritual, cradling a cloth heavy with eggs—fragile, luminous emblems of origin and shared custodianship. Behind them, a cavernous tree-stump reads as both womb and wound: its dark hollows and twisting grain form a natural cathedral where life is sheltered even as the earth appears scarred. The restrained palette and meticulous linework compress time into a single, devotional moment, suggesting that creation is never effortless but negotiated—between bodies, between seasons, and between what is taken from nature and what must be returned to it.