The Blue Song Of Birds

=In this painting, a blazing bird rises amidst a radiant blossoming. Its wings, shaped from fiery orange strokes and graceful curves, seem to answer the call of violet blossoms bursting like suns in petals. The turquoise sky becomes the stage of a forgotten language, the language of birds: a blue tongue, vibrant, carried beyond words. Here, each wingbeat converses with each flower, each color becomes a luminous verb, each gesture a poem. The bird is no longer alone: in this floral symphony, it finds resonance, an echo to its hidden song. Within the dance of shapes and hues, the soul senses an unseen harmony, where the fleeting melts into eternity. And could it be that the true language of birds is the one only the heart can hear?