Untitled 2 (Birds of a Feather)

In this slyly surreal tableau, a thicket of patterned legs becomes a living forest where identity is split, swapped, and restitched—avian heads perched above like sentinels of instinct, while an owl’s unblinking gaze anchors the scene with nocturnal clarity. The composition thrives on vertical entanglement: ribboning limbs in violet, rust, and slate interlock in a dense choreography, their ornamental markings suggesting inherited stories that cannot be untangled from the body. Against a pale, whispering ground, the sudden punctuation of glossy red and powder-blue footwear reads as both costume and confession, hinting at the ways we dress our wildness into social form. The work ultimately stages a quiet drama of belonging—nature and artifice braided so tightly that each becomes the other’s disguise.