Metamorphosis: Pride

“I don’t need limbs, I learnt how to fly”

The raw resistance of becoming is conveyed in this piece. It's about understanding that flight is connected to what has been found rather than what is missing. Where struggle once existed, wings appear, and movement takes on a new form outside the bounds of the body. It talks about being independent, learning to survive without what society considers necessary, and proudly displaying that survival. As a reminder that our becoming has always been on our own terms, the wings transform the fabrics, which contain memory and legacy, into motion.