Skimming the Wind

Feathers

Feathers drift through the air like whispers of forgotten dreams; delicate traces of something once alive but now set free. They dance on invisible currents, weightless yet heavy with meaning. Each one a story from sky to earth, from flight to fall, from freedom to stillness. In their softness they carry the memory of touching the clouds and skimming the wind. And as they descend they remind us that even in letting go, there is grace. Perhaps feathers are meant to teach us the beauty in surrendering to the inevitable drift.

* please browse on catalogue to see art prints for sale