Why Does She Need Wings?

A woman stands within the swirl of city life, wrapped in neon light. Towers rise behind her, reflections dissolve into rain-soaked streets, and countless stories flow around her. Yet she seems to move to a different rhythm.

Before moving to the countryside, I lived in a large city and know how difficult it can be to keep pace with urban life while remaining true to yourself.

She turns inward, listening to a landscape beyond the rush of everyday life — a place of reflection, imagination and possibility.

At the edge of her silhouette, the fabric dissolves into something wing-like — a quiet suggestion of feathers, or perhaps of something not yet realized.

What are wings for when we are not trying to fly away?

Built with layers of oil paint, dry pigments and translucent gel medium, the surface shifts with changing light. Deep purples, turquoise blues and luminous copper accents create atmosphere and movement.