The map of the world I'm building. Not a narrative scene but a constructed field, almost a stage, a ritual arrangement where bodies, plants, objects and wounds coexist under the same condition.
The green figures are not characters. They are officiating presences that hold and present forms within the image. The space itself is not background: it is an affected ecosystem.
Some of the smaller paintings can almost be read as fragments of this one. The whole and the fragment, speaking to each other.