



A procession of elongated, birdlike figures slices across a violet field, their bodies constructed from tessellated shards of pattern that feel at once ornamental and architectural—like migrating beings assembled from memories of cities. The composition rides on diagonal thrusts and rhythmic repetition, creating a sensation of velocity held in suspension, where motion becomes a kind of ritual. Saturated purples and ember-orange margins compress the space into a stage of charged twilight, suggesting a passage between worlds—instinct and intellect, nature and design—where each creature carries its own coded geography.







