collection: Flight status

She is not in captivity - she is in transition. The raised arms wrapped in transparent fabric are not a sign of weakness, but a moment of conscious release. The illusion of restraint dissolves in a flood of light, wind and movement. Hair, fabric and doves merge into a single element - like thoughts, feelings and soul in a moment of silence. It is neither falling nor taking off. It is a state of flight. Within. In between. Present.