A black panther sits in the middle of a Mediterranean fever dream, surrounded by citrus, vessels, and sculptural forms that look like they've been sitting in the Sicilian sun for a thousand years. The palette runs warm: blush, seafoam, ochre, the colours of terracotta and sea salt and long afternoons going nowhere. Stylised palms, a glowing sun, and the kind of stillness that only happens in paintings where someone's actually been to the place.
