14x17'', acrylic on paper
Angel was born on this day. His sharp, white wings sit beneath his furrowed brow and raised hood. He walks through the world with a heavy heart and strings that pull him to the street. People pass him by but don’t know his power. They don’t know who he is or where he comes from. There’s an obvious magic in his ability to fly, but a greater wonder in his ability to walk by the lot of us and no one see him. He flies in his mind and wonders if he will ever get to show to the world.
