Untitled 6 (Untitled (Doves on Red))

A clustered flock of pale birds presses inward like a single living thought, their bodies rendered in a weathered, almost fossil-like texture that makes tenderness feel hard-won. Against a smoldering field of violets and embered reds, the composition stages a quiet drama of shelter and crowding—wings overlapping, beaks angled down, as if intimacy and survival are the same gesture. The stark rectangle of color reads like a window or altar, elevating this ordinary gathering into a meditation on communal endurance amid a bruised, volatile atmosphere.