Morning (Urban Jungle Strut)

A solitary rooster stands like a vivid herald against a field of olive light, its lacquered reds and midnight blues rendered with a near-portrait tenderness that dignifies the everyday. Above it, a storm of smeared, calligraphic words hovers—half-legible, half-erased—suggesting the weight of doctrines and labels that press down yet never fully contain the living body beneath. The composition stages a quiet contest between presence and pronouncement: the animal’s grounded stance and sharp color resist the murky rhetoric overhead, turning the scene into an allegory of identity that refuses to be reduced to text.