Yuth 3 (Lost in Thought)

The composition stages a quiet collision between the self and the animal—an urban figure sealed in headphones and dark glasses facing a swollen, mottled beast whose many eyes flicker like scattered permissions and alarms. A blunt split of crimson and acid yellow turns the canvas into a psychological threshold, while the looping handwritten marks read as memory, bureaucracy, or prayer—language that hovers but never quite lands. The tiny table and open laptop become an absurd altar to mediation, suggesting that what we “manage” through screens only magnifies the creature we refuse to name. In this uneasy theater, intimacy and threat share the same breathing space, and the work asks whether control is merely another form of listening too late.