Metamorphosis (A Symbiotic Relationship)

A hulking slab of raw, scarred timber is borne aloft by a thicket of patinated human legs, turning the weight of “progress” into a literal burden shouldered by anonymous bodies. Perched above, the excavator’s greened metal skin reads like oxidized time, its poised arm a quiet threat—both tool and talon—suggesting extraction as an everyday gesture. The composition stages a tense hierarchy: warm organic grain and wounds below, cold industrial geometry above, where labor and landscape are pressed into an uneasy alliance that feels at once absurd, tragic, and eerily familiar.