Here the artist abandons complexity in favor of the elemental, presenting a bird not as an animal but as a mark of consciousness—raw, immediate, and almost prehistoric in its simplicity. The red line, bleeding and uneven, feels like a gesture made in one breath, as if the image emerged instinctively rather than intellectually. It carries the urgency of cave painting, graffiti, or a child’s first attempt to name the world, bridging millennia of mark-making in one stroke. The misted background—layers of scraped yellow, ghostly whites, and blurred shapes—suggests time, memory, and erasure, positioning the figure as a trace left behind rather than a presence fully formed. What we are seeing may be the earliest form of symbol, a creature halfway between idea and body, survival and disappearance, reminding us that even the simplest line can hold the weight of origin, innocence, and the first impulse to create.