Close Encounter Oil Figurative Painting

Suspended in a warm, ochre hush, two monumental profiles—one earthen, one ash-blue—lean toward each other like opposing temperaments negotiating a fragile truce. Above them, a crimson bird arches into a glyphic presence, its long legs pinning the space between faces as if fastening thought to instinct, while the small central forms read like an offering: a seed, a vessel, a throat of breath. The surface feels weathered and palimpsestic, as though memory has been repeatedly written over, turning the encounter into an allegory of dialogue—where identity is not fixed, but continually revised in the charged interval of looking and being looked at.