Untitled 298 (Vanishing Beauty)

This stamp-like composition stages a tender paradox: a delicate antelope reclines in quiet surrender while a riot of wildflowers rises around it, all sealed beneath the clinical clarity of a glass jar. The luminous whites and saturated blooms sharpen the sense of preciousness, yet the transparent container turns beauty into a specimen—protected, displayed, and subtly imprisoned. With “VANISHING BEAUTY” arcing like a warning, the work reads as an elegy for biodiversity, suggesting that what we fail to safeguard in living landscapes we may only preserve as curated memory.