



Set against a luxuriant green field of ornamental pattern, the scene stages a quiet paradox: an earthbound tabby poised on a stark red ledge, watching chance itself tumble into being. The scattering playing cards and the toppled alarm clock turn time and probability into fragile props, while the small winged catβan improbable guardianβfloats at the margin like a thought escaping the room. Through crisp edges and theatrical color contrasts, the work suggests that domestic certainty is always one breath away from the surreal, where vigilance, desire, and accident negotiate the same shallow space.







