Graphics
"On the Tip of a Wing. To Another Face."
The creature is almost lying down, but its body does not yield to gravity – it is held by a single wing, placed vertically and balanced on a delicate tip. Along its edge, bright red thorns sprout, as if the support itself possesses its own fragile danger. On its forehead, a translucent hat conceals a small star; earrings flash in its ears, adding an almost ceremonial silence to this strange equilibrium.
Around the navel, a large red flower unfurls. It does not adorn the body – it grows from its center, as if this is the place from which the creature extends itself. Further down, the body transitions into legs, and between them another face emerges – just a nose and red lips, without a gaze, yet alive enough to become the next part of this anatomy.
Here, the body has no end. It simply reaches another face – and continues within it.
Price on request
Buy
"On the Tip of a Wing. To Another Face."
Ask