Untitled 3 (Tree of Life)

This spare, quietly unsettling drawing grafts a tree onto the bisected body of an apple, turning the orchard into a diagram of origin where nourishment, desire, and vulnerability share the same skin. Nude, faceless figures—crowned with pink fruit like thought made edible—sprawl across the branches in poses that hover between rest and surrender, suggesting a communal dreaming suspended above the wound of the cut core. The pale field of negative space amplifies the delicacy of line and the tentative greens of new leaves, making the scene feel like a myth remembered rather than a landscape observed. At its center, the exposed seed chamber reads as both womb and eye, implying that what ripens on the surface is always rooted in something intimate, watched, and waiting.