Wings at Rest

This is not just a bird.
It is a vessel. A cradle. A quiet space holding the presence of someone who is gone from sight, but never from your life.

Hand-sculpted in plaster and finished with deep pigment, the bird’s form emerges from rich texture — a symbol of both fragility and endurance. The “bowl” of its head is empty yet full: a place for memories, for longing, for love that remains.