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Decadence meets absurdity. A peacock, nature's show-off, trades the runway for the fairway, swinging in tailored blue while woodland caddies play it straight. The concept needles the rituals of leisure and status: golf as theater, plumage as a power suit. Saturated, hallucinatory color does the rest, collapsing fantasy illustration and psychedelic painting into one frame. It's camp with craft behind it, the kind of piece that signals you don't take the gallery wall too seriously. For collectors drawn to maximalist storytelling and a sly sense of humor.
