Imagine a bird market. No, no, not the one selling pets ... but a real convention of birds of all colors, shapes and sizes. They all circle in the air currents, their cries merge into a powerful volumetric symphony. And it is as if you are no longer standing, raising your eyes to the sky, which is why it itself has already become green, and the rest of the colors shimmer from one to another. You soar, caught up in the updrafts of the flapping of their wings.
Discuss the price with the artist.