La Tigre

La Tigre coils upon itself like a being forged through long practice—each stripe a quiet echo of yesterday’s effort, each curve a testament to the discipline of becoming. Its gold and crimson rhythms repeat in patient waves, as if the creature is not moving through the world, but through its own inner path. The painting breathes with a still, concentrated energy—the kind that grows slowly, inevitably, through repetition, until it becomes its own truth.