Untitled 52 (Heads of the Herd)

Two pale, elongated figures—part sentinel, part animal—stand in a shallow, claustrophobic space where scraped whites and bruised earth tones collide, as if the paint itself were weathered hide. The hard black contouring corrals their bodies into icons, while the turbulent, crosshatched ground churns with nervous energy, turning the surrounding “room” into a psychological enclosure rather than a stable setting. A hovering circular form reads like a sun, halo, or target, lending the scene a quiet pressure: tenderness and vigilance share the same breath, suggesting companionship born not of comfort but of endurance.