Birds 9

A playful constellation of one-eyed, striped beings drifts across a wide field of paper, their repeated silhouettes turning individuality into rhythm and suggesting a communal choreography. The alternating greens and blues behave like emotional temperatures—springlike buoyancy giving way to nocturnal depth—while the black, hatched “wings” anchor each figure with a quiet gravity, as if flight is always negotiated rather than effortless. Spacious negative ground becomes the true atmosphere here, allowing the swarm to feel both jubilant and slightly uncanny, a parable of togetherness where each creature watches and is watched in the same breath. Beneath the charm of folk-like simplification, the work carries a subtle meditation on identity: difference expressed through small chromatic shifts within an insistently shared form.