“The Beast in the Cage”

This is no true prison, yet one cannot help but sense a quiet, unspoken confinement.

A shallow relief of ivory-colored dominoes hangs suspended in an endless sea of pure black.

The divine beast is trapped within the geometry of civilization, while ancient totems are stranded along the sleek, minimalist curves of the modern age. The white line that runs horizontally across the composition below resembles the riverbed through which time flows, while the deity remains aloft, etched into the banks as an eternal seal.

This is a miniature epic, a fragment of myth—and a still-life drama about “boundaries”:

The beast is confined within the cage, the cage rests upon the circle, and the circle floats in the void.