Wing-tongued. Under the sun. Within myself.

This creature is not imaginary – it was born between pastel and acrylic, between softness and a flash. Its wings are a face. Its tongue is not for words, but for embraces. It wraps itself in its own presence. A fairy that creates a circle – enclosing, preserving, and remaining in the light. This work is about a body that is not divided into parts. About a self that is its own home. About a touch that replaces language. And about the light seen by different eyes – red and pink.