Legion

Oil on canvas, 2019, 100 x 70 cm

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Seen from within the press of bodies, the scene moves toward the cliff, a collective momentum that feels fated. One pig, small against the tempestuous horizon, breaks the logic of the herd and rises, while the oratory stands as a steadfast witness. The work holds collapse and release in the same breath.

Reflection

Herds breed velocity. Catastrophe is a drift, repeated until it is called nature. The crowd makes a comfort out of surrender, and calls it second nature.

Redemption begins as a contradiction. A refusal to accept the norm. Sometimes it looks dignified. Sometimes it looks absurd.

To break the cycle is to unlearn momentum. To remember our true nature is to lift the veil, and reveal what we may become.