I always wanted something more. I didn’t want to be just a human—just a creature bound to the ground. I’ve always looked with admiration at birds. With their ability to fly, they seemed so much freer. As if they had the option to escape. To break free. As if they were something more, existing in the space between life and death.

But maybe I hate them, too.

They remind me of my own entrapment.

My inability to break free.

This collection comes from that frustration—the tension of being just a human creature, longing for more. It’s about the struggle between life and death, freedom and confinement.

A bird can fly away at any moment. I cannot.

I wish I could. Maybe one day I will become something more.

For now, all I can do is share this collection—my attempt to capture that yearning. That tension.

That fragile beauty of wanting to escape while knowing I never truly can.