



Four silhouetted birds orbit a small, stained-glass nucleus, as if color itself were a fragile sanctuary held in motion. Against the storm of splattered pigment and looping black tracery, their flat, saturated bodies read like calm declarationsβsimple forms resisting a world of noise, fracture, and velocity. The composition turns flight into a ritual of return: each wingbeat a clockwise negotiation between freedom and gravitational pull, between instinct and the magnetic lure of shared light. In this tension, the work suggests a community of spirits circling an inner ember, keeping it alive through perpetual movement.







