Flight 3 (A Celestial Beginning)

Suspended in a field of meticulous, rain-like marks, the curled figure reads as both refuge and captivity—an intimate body made small against an indifferent expanse. The charcoal-black mass, stippled with pinpricks of yellow, carries a nocturnal luminosity, as if inner constellations persist even while the form withdraws. A single tethering line arcs away from the head like a question without an answer, turning the composition into a meditation on attachment: the quiet violence of being held, and the equally frightening freedom of letting go.