Crow (A Flock of Letters)

Set against a velvety field of violet, a dark, framed void becomes a stage where letters—liberated from syntax—cascade like startled birds, drifting between weight and flight. The gilt border reads as both threshold and restraint, holding language at the edge of disappearance while the scattered glyphs insist on presence, memory, and sound. Subtle silhouettes perched along the frame echo this migration, suggesting that meaning is not fixed in the page but carried—fragile, communal, and perpetually in transit—across silence.