The Animal That Learned Our Behaviour isn’t born cruel — it’s trained. It studies us. Copies us. Dresses like us. Walks like us. Until instinct blurs into performance.
Red heels. Painted claws. A hollow stare that learned how to hold eye contact.
This isn’t evolution. It’s adaptation.
Fab screen prints the creature in dense black halftones, then finishes each piece with a hand-painted red frame — brushed, splattered, imperfect. The bleed shifts. The pressure changes. No two are identical.
Printed on archival cotton paper. Hand pulled. Hand washed. Signed and numbered as they’re created — not limited, just made when called for.
This isn’t about the animal. It’s about what it learned from us.
