His paintings feature the sublime, the essential, and, for that reason, the turbulent. They don't flinch, but they don't make judgements either. One creature stomps on another. All may die. That, too, is.
Death is part of life, after all.
Disturbing, fabulous, Wilde's paintings are not about interpretations, but about relishing the improbable, the unknowable, just as a woman first fully understands death only when she holds her own given life, her own child, in her arms. He knows what's of value. Most of his paintings are more complex than fruits and skulls, however. Here, Wilde looks out at his viewers, away from the dramatic action in the background in which a dog sinks his teeth into the arm of a half-naked man wearing a great plumed helmet. The helmet is sensational, but of no use.