Intimate Immensity

In the swoop and soar of a bird’s flight, Nadia Yaron perceives the boundlessness of the sky. The texture of a quince, a peach, a black, not green, fig, Merve Ceylan explains, can contain an entire world. Where a lifted wing might inspire our own longing for space, a simmering ridgeline dissolving into a wan blue sky might return us to somewhere we once, but no longer, live.