

A blunt red disc hovers like a sun or warning seal in a pale, weathered field, its imperfect edge and mottled surface insisting on the handmade and the fragile. Below, a regiment of blue vertical bands forms a measured cadence—part fence, part score—through which black bird silhouettes cut in restless diagonals, turning order into sudden flight. The composition stages a quiet tension between containment and escape, where buoyant color becomes both shelter and signal, and the air itself feels marked by memory, ash, and passing time.