



In this stark, screen-printed tableau, silhouettes of trees stand like sentinels, pressing a nocturnal weight against fields of acidic yellow and warning red, as if the landscape itself were divided between sanctum and alarm. A cage-like shrine shelters a pale, watchful presence—part icon, part captive—while the vermilion glow to the right reads as both altar and hazard, a second nucleus of charged attention. The crisp black contours and flattened color planes create a theatrical space where nature becomes a proscenium, and the viewer is drawn into a ritual of looking that questions what is protected, what is exposed, and what quietly multiplies in the margins.







