A big, beautiful parrot glowing in bright purple, pink, and fiery red, staring straight at you with that sharp eye. Red is dripping from its beak like fresh blood, but the whole bird is covered in digital glitches and code. Behind it, trees and nature are mixing with lines of data.

It’s like nature is screaming through the screen.
The parrot is still full of life and color, still wild, but the machine is bleeding into it, or maybe it’s the other way around. The bird refuses to fade. Even with the code eating at its feathers, it stays loud, stays real.

This piece reminds me that our wild side, our true colors, don’t disappear just because we live inside screens now. The blood still flows. The beauty still fights back. Even when everything turns to data, something living keeps dripping through.