Bird Paradise captures the instant two bodies become one rhythm. Mira Oran lets color arrive like music hot crimsons, electric blues, citrus light so the birds seem composed of sound as much as paint.
Against a luminous ground, wings unfurl in counterpoint. Feathers read as strokes of flame, then petals, then notes; a bough leans in like a listening ear. The palette knife relief keeps motion alive each ridge a record of flight mid becoming.
This is not a scene but a vow: to meet in the air between to choose ascent over gravity, and to let joy have texture. Oran turns acrylic into atmosphere until color itself learns to hover.