This painting captures the true wildlife, the wildest animal on Earth: the human.
Naked and exposed, we are not observers of nature, but its most violent and shameless force.
We are the spectacle.
At the center, three figures form a triangle, an ancient symbol of power, hierarchy, and moral tension.
But here, the structure collapses: two are locked in violence, while the third points, turning conflict into performance.
Nearby, another figure covers their eyes, completing a cycle of exposure and denial.
To witness is to participate.
Shame does not belong to the fighters, but to those around them;
those who choose to look, and those who choose not to see.
Above, in the heavens, an angel watches in silence.
Surrounding it are extinct animals; a dodo, a saber-toothed presence; ghosts of species erased by human hands.
They no longer belong to this world, yet they remain as witnesses.
The extinct now judge the living.
The composition draws from classical painting and ancient iconography; gesture, posture, and symbolism borrowed from the old masters, reimagined through a contemporary lens.
Because this is not a new story.
Violence. Denial. Spectacle. Repeating.
This work asks a simple question:
Are you the fighter, the observer, the one who looks away;
or the one who watches from above, when it is already too late?
