Untitled 3 (Birds and Blossoms)

A pale, breathing expanse of paper becomes sky, allowing a single flowering crown of gold to act as both sanctuary and stage, where birds orbit like thoughts finding and losing their center. The composition rises from a thicket of sinuous trunks—part grove, part labyrinth—whose muted greys and blushes make the sudden reds, blues, and greens of wings feel like flashes of resilience against quietness. Light is not painted as a beam but as openness: the negative space amplifies each flutter, turning motion into a kind of delicate chorus. Beneath the ornithological precision lies a tender allegory of coexistence—many voices sharing one fragile perch, abundance held in balance by air.