A small bird rests among a flowering branch, suspended in a moment of gentle equilibrium. The blossoms surround it not as ornament, but as shelter, soft, transient, alive with breath.

Painted in watercolour, the scene captures the fleeting tenderness of spring: colour diffusing into air, form dissolving at the edges. Nothing is fixed, nothing insists. The bird remains alert yet at ease, held within nature rather than placed upon it.

The work invites stillness. It speaks of presence without possession, a reminder that beauty often reveals itself most clearly when it is allowed to pass through, rather than be held.