Wingtips and White Lies

This piece was born from a simple question: “What if a snow angel had a flair for drama and access to vector tools?” The winged figure was sculpted digitally over several sleepless nights, each one fueled by the belief that symmetry is a moral obligation. Her pose? Captured mid-flutter, somewhere between divine ascension and interpretive dance.

The floral frame was built petal by petal, like a bouquet for someone who ghosted you but still deserves aesthetic closure. The scattered stars? Not symbolism—just the result of a brush tool misfire that looked too poetic to delete. The entire composition whispers, “I’m ethereal, but I still check my analytics.”