Field Notes from the Cultural Apothecary
A zebu stands at the edge of the ocean, its calm gaze meeting the viewer’s as waves breathe softly behind it. The sea lies still beneath a clear sky, light shimmering where water and horizon merge.
There is no movement, only awareness - the quiet dignity of a creature at ease within its vast, open world.
Inspired by the shores of West Africa, Zebu by the Sea becomes a meditation on balance and belonging, where earth, air, and water hold their breath in harmony.
Along a windswept coast, where tall grasses bend and fences trace the edges of human order, a white table stands draped in linen. Chairs wait neatly arranged, as if for a gathering. Upon the table lies a saltwater crocodile - the Billabong King - his scaled body gleaming beneath a vast, spectacular sky.
The scene feels both ceremonial and absurd: nature invited, conquered, displayed. It asks the silent question that hums beneath our rituals of comfort and control - from farm to table, eat or be eaten?
In this meeting of beauty and disquiet, the horizon itself seems to hesitate - between feast and offering, dominion and surrender.
A soft Provençal light drifts through trees of green and gold - perhaps olive trees, their leaves trembling in the summer air. Beneath them stretches a sea of lavender, its violet fragrance almost visible, rippling like perfume across the land.
In the midst of this fragrance calm, two armchairs rest among the blooms. On one of them, a small wild piglet has settled in, fast asleep - a visitor from another world, out of place yet perfectly at home.
Wild Piglet captures the quiet moment when nature trespasses gently into human order, turning beauty itself into an invitation.
Summer lingers in the air - the grass pale with heat, scattered with the last small blooms. Trees with long, hanging branches cast shifting shadow over the scene. Beneath one of them stands a pale blue armchair, its fabric faded by the light.
Curled upon it sleeps a fennec fox, its vast ears pricked to the world. Around it, everything seems to hum - leaves, air, the faint vibration of silence becoming sound.
Fennec Fox is a meditation on listening: that still, electric moment when the world gathers its breath, and even quiet becomes music.
