Liberty
2025, ink on paper, 30×22”

She appears at the forest’s edge—part woman, part wind—clutching a great translucent orb as if it holds her name. The trees don’t restrain her. They summon her. The forest is her threshold, and she's answering its call.

She’s not running away. She’s being claimed. Drawn upward, outward, into something ancient and weightless.

Liberty is a moment of becoming. A letting go that is also a returning. The kind of freedom that doesn’t separate you from the world, but stitches you more deeply into it.

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