In Burning Leaf, Kim’s cat narrator returns, its clawed paw resting with heavy intent upon a silver cloche. Beneath the glass, a single leaf is consumed by a surreal, contained flame, a striking paradox of destruction housed within a vessel of preservation.The condensation clinging to the dome and the deep purple backdrop strengthen the sense of mounting tension and suspense. True to Kim’s exploration of irreversible transformations, this work captures a fleeting moment of consumption, highlighting the thin line between protective boundaries and the volatile nature of what lies within