By The Temple (By the Temple)

Set against a saturated orange field like a heated sky, the scene assembles its figures in a blunt, folkloric syntax where innocence and threat occupy the same breath. A monumental fish arcs toward a child’s face as if to swallow speech itself, while the caged figure and toppled, mask-like animal forms suggest a domestic world where power is exercised through containment and uncanny play. The flat planes of color and emphatic black outlines deny illusionistic depth, turning space into a stage for moral fable—part dream, part warning—where everyday vessels at the margins become quiet witnesses to ritual and appetite.