Bulbul feathers
Bulbul Feathers is about motion and memory—how flight leaves traces. This circular abstract painting was inspired by the feather patterns of the bulbul, a bird known for its song and presence across continents. I was thinking about how we carry beauty and instinct through change, how something small can hold vast ancestral weight. The piece is textured, layered with blacks, whites, and glints of gold—like feathers caught mid-shift, or something disappearing into light.
If you've ever felt scattered and held at the same time, this work is for you. It speaks to the grace in migration, the wisdom in movement.
Black here isn’t emptiness—it’s origin. In African cosmologies, black is connected to soil, wisdom, and the sacred unknown. In Catholic symbolism, it represents mourning but also depth: the place before revelation. White slices through the composition like light on wings—clarity, emergence, the marking of new direction. The pairing of black and white also evokes duality and balance—what is left behind, and what is yet to come.
Gold is woven through like sunlight caught on a feather’s edge. It reminds me of birds themselves: small, often overlooked, yet carriers of immense power and presence.
The bulbul is a common bird across Africa and Asia. It doesn’t migrate far, but it is constantly adapting—known not for its flash, but its call. In Bulbul Feathers, I was painting not just flight, but song. Not just leaving, but carrying.
Bulbul Feathers is about motion and memory—how flight leaves traces. This circular abstract painting was inspired by the feather patterns of the bulbul, a bird known for its song and presence across continents. I was thinking about how we carry beauty and instinct through change, how something small can hold vast ancestral weight. The piece is textured, layered with blacks, whites, and glints of gold—like feathers caught mid-shift, or something disappearing into light.
If you've ever felt scattered and held at the same time, this work is for you. It speaks to the grace in migration, the wisdom in movement.
Black here isn’t emptiness—it’s origin. In African cosmologies, black is connected to soil, wisdom, and the sacred unknown. In Catholic symbolism, it represents mourning but also depth: the place before revelation. White slices through the composition like light on wings—clarity, emergence, the marking of new direction. The pairing of black and white also evokes duality and balance—what is left behind, and what is yet to come.
Gold is woven through like sunlight caught on a feather’s edge. It reminds me of birds themselves: small, often overlooked, yet carriers of immense power and presence.
The bulbul is a common bird across Africa and Asia. It doesn’t migrate far, but it is constantly adapting—known not for its flash, but its call. In Bulbul Feathers, I was painting not just flight, but song. Not just leaving, but carrying.
Bulbul Feathers is about motion and memory—how flight leaves traces. This circular abstract painting was inspired by the feather patterns of the bulbul, a bird known for its song and presence across continents. I was thinking about how we carry beauty and instinct through change, how something small can hold vast ancestral weight. The piece is textured, layered with blacks, whites, and glints of gold—like feathers caught mid-shift, or something disappearing into light.
If you've ever felt scattered and held at the same time, this work is for you. It speaks to the grace in migration, the wisdom in movement.
Black here isn’t emptiness—it’s origin. In African cosmologies, black is connected to soil, wisdom, and the sacred unknown. In Catholic symbolism, it represents mourning but also depth: the place before revelation. White slices through the composition like light on wings—clarity, emergence, the marking of new direction. The pairing of black and white also evokes duality and balance—what is left behind, and what is yet to come.
Gold is woven through like sunlight caught on a feather’s edge. It reminds me of birds themselves: small, often overlooked, yet carriers of immense power and presence.
The bulbul is a common bird across Africa and Asia. It doesn’t migrate far, but it is constantly adapting—known not for its flash, but its call. In Bulbul Feathers, I was painting not just flight, but song. Not just leaving, but carrying.