


A pale dove, rendered with tender, velvety brushwork, stands in quiet counterpoint to the blunt authority of an alarm clockβits soft body pressed against the hard face of measured time. The warm ochre field opens like a suspended dawn, while the surrounding indigo shadows thicken into a stage where stillness and urgency negotiate their uneasy truce. Reflections across the clockβs glass fracture the present into facets, suggesting that memory and anticipation are equally trapped within the circular enclosure. In this gentle confrontation, the bird becomes a fragile emblem of peace and instinct, poised against the mechanical insistence that insists on waking, counting, and moving on.







