Lalima

Set against a smoldering field of reds and blacks, the composition gathers a chorus of winged women and birds into a single, spiraling organism—part sanctuary, part storm. The pale bodies, densely patterned with scales, dots, and stitched motifs, read like protective skins, suggesting memory and tradition layered over vulnerability. Faces remain calm, almost devotional, as if serenity is being willed into existence while the surrounding atmosphere burns, turning flight into an act of endurance rather than escape. The interlocking forms create a circular rhythm that implies rebirth: the feminine figure as both cradle and conduit, holding the flock—and the viewer—within a mythic, sheltering embrace.