Flight 4 (A Flight of Fantasy)

A solitary bird surges across a field of rhythmic, rain-like marks, its ink-dark body carved by subtle tonal shifts that feel both muscular and weightless. The feathered silhouette reads as a moving shadow—an emblem of instinct and escape—while the patterned ground becomes a pulse of time, suggesting wind, distance, and the persistent texture of lived experience. In this tension between dense form and airy repetition, the work turns flight into a quiet meditation on resilience: motion not as spectacle, but as necessity.