“Kind of Mankind”. A creature shaped from fragments – raw pigment, wild thought, earth tones swirling with untamed dreams.
Outlined in shadow, but alive in color, it bends forward – not broken but searching.

The stance of reflection, or perhaps resistance, etched on a golden backdrop of time.
Inside the figure: forests, cities, sparks of joy and pain, veins of red like rivers of memory curl through the chaos,
reminding us that we are woven from everything – kindness and cruelty, hope and havoc.

This is mankind: a question wrapped in muscle and myth, caught mid-step between
what we are and what we might yet become.