



Two feline silhouettes sit in a hushed, paper-white void, their bodies rendered as dense pools of indigo and soot that absorb light rather than reflect it. Against this quiet minimalism, the jagged, tooth-like crescents read as deliberate rupturesβsmall violences of brightness that turn domestic familiarity into something uncanny and mask-like. The asymmetry of scale and the soft bleeding edges of the wash create a tense intimacy, as if the pair share a private language hovering between play and threat. In its restrained palette and spare space, the work stages a meditation on shadow selves: companionship that comforts, and the subtle predator that always remains.







