

This monochrome drawing unfolds like a private cosmology, where monumental bird-forms become silent guardians of an invented terrain stitched together from obsessive pattern and measured line. The composition tilts between order and reverie: dense geometric textures press forward as a ground of lived time, while a sweeping arc above—part rainbow, part tether—binds the figures into a single breath of motion. A small, angular rider-like presence perched on one bird introduces a tender tension between control and surrender, suggesting the psyche’s attempt to navigate instinct, memory, and flight without ever fully mastering them. In its restrained palette, the work finds luminosity through repetition, turning ink into atmosphere and ornament into narrative.







