



In a hushed, parchment-toned field, a toppled bird lies on a brittle lattice as smaller birds orbit it like witnesses, their scattered positions turning the margins into a quiet tribunal. The composition’s vast negative space—sealed by a faint, frame-within-a-frame—presses down like silence, while the soft, oxidized palette lends the scene an archival gravity, as if this moment were already a relic. Between tender attention and stark finality, the work stages a meditation on fragility, collective presence, and the thin line between care and ceremony.







