Bulbuls Ii

Two small birds hover at the rim of a luminous, glassy sphere, as if testing the boundary between thirst and reflection, presence and illusion. The composition pivots on the quiet authority of the circle—light pooled and rotated in milky strokes—while the surrounding ochres dissolve into a soft, weathered field that feels like memory rather than setting. By withholding detail and letting the brushwork breathe, the artist turns a simple act of drinking into a meditation on fragility: life drawn toward clarity, yet always meeting the surface first. In this suspended moment, intimacy becomes precarious, and the world is reduced to the tremor of beaks, shadow, and borrowed light.