She looks down as if listening to something the rest of the world has stopped hearing. Unseen Wings is rendered in sepia, ash, and aged parchment, a young figure with dark wings half-furled behind her, set against layers of handwritten text and weathered surface. Slashes of red cut through the quiet like a reminder that stillness is not the same as surrender. This is grief and grace in the same breath.
Look closely at the wings and you will find a poem hidden within the feathers, written in French for those who take the time to look:
There are angels among us who never show their wings. They walk gently among weary hearts, carrying light where the world forgets to look. They appear in quiet moments, in a glance, a hand, a soft unexpected presence. And sometimes, without knowing it, we become the angel someone was praying for.