Ruckus

"Ruckus" is where the American dime-store Western crashes into Tibetan mysticism. The entire piece is a mirror-image showdown, a chaotic loop built from the visual language of pulp fiction. At the center, it’s pure action: a lawman and his adversary locked in a brawl, framed by a set of saloon doors. This isn't a singular event; the symmetrical composition turns it into a recurring nightmare, a cycle of violence that plays out endlessly. The figures flanking the main event are echoes, trapped in the same loop. Presiding over this chaos is a wrathful Dharmapala. This isn't a demon in the Western sense; it's a protector of the dharma, a fierce guardian whose job is to destroy the obstacles and spiritual poisons that lead to suffering. Its energy is a necessary violence to combat the internal enemies of enlightenment. Ultimately, the Western brawl is a metaphor for a war within the mind. It’s the externalization of the internal fight—the repeating, karmic cycle of anger and aggression that defines samsara. The flames at the bottom are the fires of this self-made hell, but they could also be the fire that purifies. "Ruckus" uses the grit of the American frontier to map out the geography of that spiritual conflict.