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She rises, arms outstretched, face serene, as if the sky has always been her home.
A young woman ascends against a vast cerulean blue, wrapped in billowing white and blush drapery that swirls around her like breath. Behind her, magnificent wings burst open in a kaleidoscope of color, blues, purples, greens, and gold . Not the wings of a saint, but of a soul who has lived fully and risen anyway.
Her profile is calm. Triumphant. Unbothered by gravity.
Artist Alka invites us to ask, what would it feel like to finally let go?