Cha Kaku (Flight of the Soul)

In a haze of ochre and ash, the composition assembles a tumult of bodies—human, animal, and hybrid—locked in a restless choreography where tenderness and violence share the same breath. Veils of translucent wash soften the scene like memory, while incisive graphite lines and flashes of bruised red puncture the surface, insisting on the immediacy of flesh, fracture, and impulse. Wing-like forms and strained limbs become competing metaphors of escape and captivity, as if the work stages an internal tribunal where instinct, desire, and shame circle one another without resolution. The overall field reads as a psychological topography: a crowded conscience where every figure is both witness and participant.