



A horned bull, skinned in the clamor of newsprint, charges through a bruised green atmosphere while barbed wire arcs behind it like a score for confinement—each strand turning the landscape into an anxious cage. Above, the crow’s outstretched wings read as both omen and witness, its dark body cutting a brief corridor of freedom through the stagnant haze. The composition pits momentum against entanglement: the animal’s forward thrust and saturated reds and blues become a visceral protest against the quiet, insidious violence of information, borders, and surveillance that wrap themselves around the living.







