

Within a flattened, toy-like cityscape, the composition opens into a stark cross-section—four chambers of domestic life—where human bodies bear pigeon heads, turning ordinary postures into a quiet allegory of conformity and survival. The strong central axis and stair-like recession create a clinical geometry, while the matte, muted blocks of architecture outside read as an indifferent civic shell that surrounds and contains these private scenes. Glints of iridescent green in the plumage puncture the otherwise subdued palette, suggesting a residual instinct and dignity persisting beneath social roles. The work lingers between tenderness and unease, implying that community can feel like an enclosure—ordered, shared, and yet strangely isolating.







