Untitled 9

In this spare, graphite-toned tableau, a single vertical trunk cleaves the silence of the page, anchoring a small congregation of hybrid creatures that seem both sheltered and pinned in place. The gentle gradients and softened edges give the forms a dreamlike permeability, as if identity were something that can be shared—passed between animal, human, and object—without ever fully settling. The improbable flower crowning the column reads like a fragile promise of growth, while the stacked bodies below suggest the quiet weight of coexistence: tenderness intertwined with constraint. Held in a vast, pale negative space, the scene becomes a meditation on companionship and the strange architectures we build to feel safe.