Through Birds Eyes (Nightfall)

A vast atmospheric field of ochre and saffron descends like weather into a dense, tessellated sprawl of jewel-toned fragments, where the city dissolves into pure sensation rather than architecture. The surface reads as a palimpsest—layer upon layer of brushed and scraped pigment—suggesting memory, migration, and the way lived experience accrues into a single, vibrating mass. A faint crescent moon, almost incidental, steadies the composition and turns the whole scene into a contemplative nocturne: human habitation rendered as a restless constellation under an endlessly breathing sky.