



Against a field of incendiary red, a procession of zebras dissolves into a labyrinth of black-and-white tendrils, where bodies become pathways and stripes mutate into ritual patterning. The composition climbs like a totem—dense with coils, dots, and trumpet-like apertures—suggesting a living architecture that both shelters and ensnares, as if nature were dreaming itself into ornament. Stark tonal contrasts sharpen the sense of pulse and movement, turning the herd into a meditation on migration, interdependence, and the thin boundary between creature and environment.







