Cityscape 2

A small burst of avian motion emerges from a velvety field of charcoal, as if memory itself were fluttering into visibility and then dissolving again. The painter builds the bird from quick, feathered strokes of warm rust and chalky white, while stippled olive light gathers around it like a halo of foliage—suggesting sanctuary without fully describing it. Negative space does the quiet work here: the surrounding darkness presses in, turning the brief gleam of wings into a meditation on fragility, escape, and the fleeting clarity of being seen.