



Two resting sheep anchor a dreamlike pasture where color replaces naturalism, turning wool into flowing topographies of saturated stripes that feel both celebratory and bruised. The composition settles into a low, quiet horizon, yet the ground flickers with confetti-like fragments, suggesting a world that cannot fully come to rest even in repose. By rendering the animals as layered, almost camouflaged currents, the work speaks to vulnerability and enduranceβbodies absorbing the noise of their surroundings while insisting on a tender, watchful stillness.







