About the work

The parakeet, vibrant and almost synthetic in its green, is a sudden accent in a world of muted rust and brick. It suggests a domesticity, or at least a presence, that is otherwise entirely absent from this exterior. Perhaps it's a pet, escaped for a moment, or just a wild bird pausing on its journey. Either way, it brings a fleeting, almost defiant flash of life to a structure slowly submitting to time. This splash of green implies an interiority, a soft place with a cage, against the hard, eroding shell of the building. It’s a momentary, accidental collision of nature and decay, a reminder that even the most determined decline can be interrupted by something utterly unyielding.