



In a claustrophobic pool of chiaroscuro, a council of human-bodied animals huddles over a map, their faces lit like confessions while the room around them dissolves into moral dusk. The composition tightens into a circular gravity—hands, snouts, and watchful eyes converging on the tabletop—suggesting a conspiracy where strategy becomes ritual and power wears borrowed skins. Acid greens, bruised purples, and embered reds puncture the darkness, turning each figure into a psychological emblem: predator and prey sharing the same uniform of intent. What emerges is a parable of governance and complicity, where the promise of order is inseparable from the instinctual violence that underwrites it.







