I Am (Crow and Dogs)

A dark, sweeping bird cleaves the picture plane like a sudden omen, its wing fusing with a branch canopy so that flight and foliage become one restless shape. Beneath this vaulted shadow, two simplified creatures—one blushed in pink, the other washed in cool blue—occupy separate pools of color, as if emotion itself has been divided into contrasting territories. The scattered green leaves read as both confetti and debris, suggesting a moment of upheaval where nature’s gentleness and latent violence coexist. In its flattened space and urgent, graphic strokes, the work turns a seemingly playful scene into a parable of vulnerability under an indifferent, passing force.