



A near-monochrome expanse of aqueous blue turns the surface into a vast, indifferent field, where subtle ripples read like breath—calm, repetitive, and quietly consuming. Two buffalo heads break the plane with a disarming stillness: the nearer gaze confronts us at the threshold between visibility and disappearance, while the distant figure recedes into anonymity, a measure of time and inevitability. The composition’s generous negative space and softened light transform survival into a meditative metaphor—an elegy for endurance under slow, encompassing forces that feel both natural and man-made.







