Untitled 5 (Flying Turtle)

Suspended in an expanse of softened blue, the sea turtle is rendered as a quiet anomaly—an oceanic body translated into sky, drifting above a simplified city whose geometric towers read like calm, indifferent monoliths. The composition stages a lucid dislocation: organic curves and mottled shell textures glide over hard-edged architecture, turning the space between them into a charged silence where nature becomes both guardian and exile. Light is clean and weightless, lending the creature an almost sacred buoyancy while the muted urban palette below suggests a world that has forgotten its tides. In this gentle surrealism, flight becomes a metaphor for adaptation—an elegy for habitats displaced and a hopeful, if uneasy, vision of coexistence.