Red Rhino 4 (In the Womb)

A solitary hand, rendered with bruised tenderness, presses into a shallow, boxlike darkness—an intimate gesture caught between shelter and entrapment. The composition’s strict bands of pale blue and black are violently counterweighted by a flare of corroded red, as if the surrounding world were bleeding into the scene and staining it with alarm. This tension between cool containment and eruptive color turns the hand into a mute witness: a human measure against systems that frame, flatten, and quietly erase. What remains is a fragile vocabulary of touch—an insistence on presence where absence is being engineered.