Every figure shares two things: eyes that are entirely human, not animal — the only part of the painting that isn't grotesque — and a small numbered brass tag, the kind used to track livestock. Somewhere in every canvas, a handful of objects are hidden. Nobody's told how many, or what they mean.

Look closer.

The paintings are grouped into three acts — Appetite, Consumption, Succession — each shifting in light and colour as the collection darkens. The ninth and final piece breaks its own rules on purpose. You'll know it when you get there.

I painted an archetype. You brought the name.

The pigs grow because we keep feeding them.