Sweet Little Bird's Spring

In this painting, a shiver of green light unfolds like a newborn clearing, where a timid fledgling spreads its first wings. In the golden vibration cascading like a curtain of sunlight, Aucellus emerges — fragile yet incandescent, already carried by the breath of renewal. Swift strokes and rosy bursts sketch the heartbeat of one learning to soar. It is the suspended moment between the nest’s shelter and the horizon to be conquered. Each brushstroke becomes a note of hope, a promise of open skies. The vertical line of yellow-gold evokes the rising of spring’s sap, while orange swirls trace the path of uncertain first flights. The painting breathes like a birth: fear, joy, and momentum entwined. And we ask ourselves: what could be more fragile, and more courageous, than that very first flight?