Way Of Sitting

This work stages a quiet dissonance: jewel-like birds, rendered in faceted shards of charcoal and ice, cling to severe, geometric branches as if pinned between flight and captivity. The palette moves from cool, misted grays to an earthen band of rust, creating a horizon that feels both atmospheric and emotionally divided—sky as detachment, ground as gravity. Repetition becomes a kind of chorus, each crimson-crowned head turning in slight variations, suggesting vigilance and communal tension within a stark, stylized habitat. In the single turquoise form that breaks the dominant tones, the painting whispers of anomaly—hope, mutation, or the fragile possibility of departure.