I find there's something of my childhood in this, trying to follow the bird's trail in the sky!

The title—"I've Lost Track Of The Birds In The Air"—is a statement of loss and dissolution into immensity.

The work visually embodies this in several ways:

The absence of recognizable form. There are no birds per se—only traces: splashes that evoke wingbeats, dark spots that could be a dispersing cloud, lines that resemble wakes in the sky.

The separation of the diptych. The white space between the two panels is the loss. It is there that the birds disappear—into this silent interval, this gap that the eye tries to fill.

The frozen movement. The splashes and drips suggest something that was in motion, of which only remnants remain. Like looking at the sky a few seconds too late.

Atmospheric depth. The gray and blue layers create a sensation of cloudy skies, mist, an indistinct horizon—precisely the kind of space where something is lost from sight.