This piece captures that heavy, quiet moment when you finally stop fighting. The dark silhouette is pinned against a deep teal background, looking up as a cloud of feathers spills out into the air.
It feels less like a choice and more like a necessary exhale. Those feathers, messy, dark, and numerous, represent all the things we carry until we just can't anymore. By the time they reach the light at the top, they don't look like burdens anymore; they just look like part of the sky. It’s a messy, beautiful look at what it actually feels like to surrender.