Touch

A solitary bird, rendered in deep blue, lifts into a sea of molten gold—its wings caught mid-beat, its slender leg extended in a final trace of the water’s skin. The surface, once unbroken, now bears the ghost of touch: a ripple, a memory, a shimmering echo. Suspended in this amber atmosphere, the creature appears almost mythical, as if summoned by light itself. Here, flight is not escape but transformation—each movement a prayer, each reflection a fleeting double of what cannot be held. The scene hums with the silence of reverence, as if the sky and the water momentarily forgot their distance.

Touch/ Ink on paper/ 21 x 15 cm