Scarecrow (Diptych)

The composition cleaves into two worlds: above, a bleached skull—its gaze hollowed into silence—entangled in exuberant vines and incandescent blossoms; below, a living calf lifts its muzzle toward the same growth, its numbered tag tethering tenderness to a system of ownership. Saturated yellows flare against earthy browns and dense greens, turning the foliage into both ornament and snare, where fertility and decay braid into a single pulse. In this suspended vertical axis, the work becomes a quiet elegy for innocence and appetite—nature’s insistence set against the ledger of human consequence.