Winged Whim

In this painting, wings unfold in a lavish dance, at once fragile and powerful, like the mingled voices of birds in search of truth. The colors, sometimes fiery, sometimes translucent, echo the hesitations, passions, and whims that shape the spiritual journey described by Attar. At the heart, a turquoise burst of serene light embodies the horizon of the Simorgh, the mirror where the soul discovers it was seeking nothing other than itself. Each painted feather becomes a verse, each upward motion a poetic breath, reminding us that the ascent toward the unseen is nourished by detours and frailties. And could it be that the true beauty of the path lies precisely in this fragile disorder of wings and colors?