A fox spirit caught mid-lunge, jaws stretched wide, tongue unspooling, eyes burning red. Its fur doesn’t lie still. It ripples outward in bands of coral, gold, acid green and electric blue, as if the creature were made of heat itself, a living thermal map of rage and joy. The body dissolves into flowing currents of color, tails trailing like smoke from a fire that never goes out.
Half predator, half hallucination, this piece explores the moment instinct becomes energy: wild, loud and impossible to hold still.
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