KING BIRD LOST WINGS TO FLY

There’s something trying to rise here.
Not perfectly, not effortlessly — but still moving upward.

The figure feels caught between falling and flying,
as if letting go of something was the only way forward.

The light isn’t calm — it’s strong, almost pushing through.
Like a moment where you lose control,
and somehow that’s exactly what sets you free.

It’s not about having wings.
It’s about what happens when you don’t —
and still choose to move anyway.

Paint on canvas.
2026. One of a kind.
100 cm x 150 cm.