Created to express the beauty of the struggle. You are in pain. You are just barely still breathing. But you were born to fly. You were born to soar. And your wings are still there. You may not be able to see them or feel them, but they are still there. Tattered and won, but still yearning to stretch and take to to new heights. Scientists call it the power of Placebo. Pastors call it the power of faith and hope. Either way, as long as you are cray enough to believe it and see it through no matter what; IT WILL HAPPEN!!! These are my wings, tattered and torn but no less powerful; for what has ruffled my feathers has strengthened my bones.
This canvas is trimmed in lace, the first few layers of wings were done free hand, real birds feathers were added, and the top layer was through a stencil.