

Fanned like a hand of cards, these vividly chromatic prints orbit a mute, monolithic black portfolio, turning the act of viewing into a staged revelation—color and narrative pressing outward from a deliberately withheld center. The imagery, teeming with hybrid beasts and charged gestures, reads as a fragmented bestiary: each sheet a discrete fever-dream, yet collectively forming a circling chorus of desire, threat, and metamorphosis. The stark contrast between the saturated, painterly scenes and the matte void of the folder suggests an archive of the subconscious—what is shown as spectacle, and what remains sealed as private myth. In this choreography of exposure and concealment, the work quietly asks whether the true artwork is the images themselves or the ritual of unfolding them into light.







