

Rendered in meticulous black-and-white patterning, the scene reads like an archaic fable where ornament becomes anatomy—scales, waves, and hatching stitching humans and animals into a single visual genealogy. Two stylized figures confront one another in a poised tension, their spears and axe turning play into ritual, as if the act of hunting is also a negotiation of power, care, and survival. The wide, stippled negative space and drifting leaf clusters create a suspended silence, letting the elongated, watchful bird form above feel like an omen or conscience hovering over the exchange. In this economy of line, the work suggests that identity is not fixed but woven—each body a tapestry of instincts, myths, and inherited patterns.







