Fly High 1 (Flight of Fancy)

Two stylized birds arc through a woven, earth-toned field as though suspended between textile memory and open sky, their mirrored diagonals forming a quiet choreography of pursuit and encounter. The saturated greens and cinnabar reds pulse against the muted ground, turning each feather into a rhythmic unit—part ornament, part anatomy—so flight becomes pattern as much as motion. Encircled by a steady border, the scene reads like a talisman: freedom held within structure, intimacy rendered through distance, and a gentle suggestion that communion is an act of alignment rather than arrival.