Solo Flight
Solo Flight
The nest had always been enough- woven from moments of comfort, tangled with laughter, and lined with love. But now, the time had come for the young bird to take its solo flight, its golden silhouette perched at the edge, wings trembling with fear and excitement.
The familiar branches cradled it one last time, knowing that release was inevitable. Above, two figures soared confidently into the open sky, distant reminders that someone would always be there in case they might falter or need guidance.
As the young bird leapt, the world expanded beneath it- both thrilling and uncertain.
Back in the nest, the branches remained, slightly bent from absence, but still standing, waiting for the breeze to carry whispers of adventures yet to come.
Solo Flight, 8 × 10”, Resin, Monotype print, Collage, mixed media on cradled wood panel
Solo Flight
The nest had always been enough- woven from moments of comfort, tangled with laughter, and lined with love. But now, the time had come for the young bird to take its solo flight, its golden silhouette perched at the edge, wings trembling with fear and excitement.
The familiar branches cradled it one last time, knowing that release was inevitable. Above, two figures soared confidently into the open sky, distant reminders that someone would always be there in case they might falter or need guidance.
As the young bird leapt, the world expanded beneath it- both thrilling and uncertain.
Back in the nest, the branches remained, slightly bent from absence, but still standing, waiting for the breeze to carry whispers of adventures yet to come.
Solo Flight, 8 × 10”, Resin, Monotype print, Collage, mixed media on cradled wood panel
Solo Flight
The nest had always been enough- woven from moments of comfort, tangled with laughter, and lined with love. But now, the time had come for the young bird to take its solo flight, its golden silhouette perched at the edge, wings trembling with fear and excitement.
The familiar branches cradled it one last time, knowing that release was inevitable. Above, two figures soared confidently into the open sky, distant reminders that someone would always be there in case they might falter or need guidance.
As the young bird leapt, the world expanded beneath it- both thrilling and uncertain.
Back in the nest, the branches remained, slightly bent from absence, but still standing, waiting for the breeze to carry whispers of adventures yet to come.
Solo Flight, 8 × 10”, Resin, Monotype print, Collage, mixed media on cradled wood panel