A field in soft, sunlit yellows and pinks, but the colors bleed into one another, the boundaries between objects unsure. The cats sit on a checkered picnic blanket, their bodies painted in loose, expressive strokes, lounging among oversized strawberries. One cat pours milk into a wine glass, but the milk is a thick, white streak that spills beyond the glass, blending into the blanket. The sky is a surreal lavender, but the clouds dissolve into rough patches of color, as if they’re barely holding together. The strawberries are exaggerated, their bright red almost too intense against the pale background. A small radio plays distorted jazz, but it’s more a suggestion of sound, its form barely distinguishable in the corner of the scene. The cats seem at ease, but the world around them feels fragile, on the verge of dissolving into pure abstraction.