

Encircled like a specimen under glass, the scene stages a quiet procession of animal bodies—rendered in bruised reds, soot-black, and pale washes—while a towering, horned presence hovers above as both guardian and judge. The meticulous pen hatching and lace-like stippling turn the white ground into a vibrating atmosphere, where contours dissolve into threads, suggesting memory, myth, and instinct intertwined rather than neatly separated. Within this circular boundary, the herd reads as a collective psyche: vulnerable, watchful, and tethered to an unseen narrative in which nature is not pastoral but psychologically charged and faintly ritualistic.







