



Set against a bruised violet ground, a striped cat sits in still profile like a sentinel at the edge of a dream, its warm orange body anchoring the composition while the surface around it seethes with scraped, weathered pigment. Above, fish appear as suspended cutouts on visible strings—part toy, part apparition—turning the “aquarium” into a theater of illusion where desire is literally pulled by threads. The tension between tactile, distressed space and the crisp, graphic figures stages a quiet meditation on appetite and restraint: the cat watches, not pouncing, as if learning that some hungers are curated, performed, and ultimately unattainable.







