



Against a feverish field of magenta, a black crow steadies itself on the pale, almost sculptural swell of an animal form, its silhouette sharpened like a cut-out while flecks of color suggest a restless inner plumage. Above, three red-headed, green-bodied birds drift in a patterned current, their buoyant repetition reading as ornament and omenβbeauty that hovers just out of reach of the grounded scene. The composition stages a quiet drama of witnessing: the crowβs open beak becomes a note of insistence amid lush, decorative abundance, as if voice and appetite must negotiate with a world determined to remain sensually indifferent.







