This mixed-media assemblage stages a quiet confrontation between flight and fracture: a finely etched wing, tethered by looping chains, hovers in uneasy dialogue with the blunt certainty of a jawbone and a lone feather. The composition’s measured asymmetry—paper’s soft, torn perimeter against the dark field—turns the work into a threshold space where delicacy is continually tested by evidence of survival’s cost. Light seems to gather on the pale bone and feather like a hesitant benediction, suggesting that what endures is not purity or freedom, but the stubborn residue left when the body and its dreams are equally worn down.