In this reimagining of Caliban from The Tempest, the misshapen creature takes the form of a decaying log, its bark-like flesh split and weathered, yet bearing a weary human face. Crawling through the gloom of a shadow-drenched forest, it seems less a villain than a castaway of nature itself—half-man, half-rot, born of earth and exile. The image captures Caliban’s duality as both brute and poet, cursed by his shape yet bound to the wild magic of his island home. Here, he is not simply Shakespeare’s outcast, but an elemental spirit, dragging the weight of the forest’s darkness with him wherever he goes.
