In Bird Logic, Lee Kaplan scatters a flock across a sky of saturated blue. Each bird is its own shape, its own moment, drawn with the looseness of a sketch but the clarity of intention. Some fly, some stare, some barely seem to notice the others. The lines are quick, the gestures sharper than they look. Kaplan gives them personality without locking them into meaning. This is a scene with no script — just motion, impulse and rhythm in full view.