A figure rises in a quiet, ecstatic arc, her face turned upward as if receiving breath from an unseen sky, while a cascade of arm-like wings unfurls behind her—at once protection, burden, and propulsion. The sculpture’s cool, bruise-blue patina pools in the folds and hollows, letting light skim across the body in soft gradients that make the gesture feel suspended between gravity and release. Repetition becomes rhythm here: the multiplied limbs read like echoes of past selves, suggesting transformation as an accumulation of attempts rather than a single miraculous flight. Rooted on a circular base yet reaching outward with irresistible momentum, the work holds a tension between enclosure and expansion, inviting the viewer to witness becoming as a physical, almost choral act.