

Rendered in stark black-and-white incision, the scene stages two nude figures in a tense, almost ritual labor, hauling a floating, pond-like slab whose rippled surface reads as memory made material—beautiful, heavy, and unstable. The enclosing thicket and jagged rock forms compress the space into a claustrophobic theatre, while the distant citadel crowns the horizon like an unreachable promise of order. At the margin, the dragon and scattered skulls puncture any pastoral reading, turning the image into an allegory of desire and burden: what we carry together can also be what consumes us.







