This piece was born from the idea that the soul moves through many forms.
Once feather, once flesh, once soil.
Life transforms us again and again — through growth, loss, decay, and rebirth.
Nothing truly disappears.
The soil beneath us holds every story.
Roots, mycelium, bodies, wings — everything returns to it. And from it, life rises again.
Different forms.
The same soul.
This drawing is a reminder to pause and remember:
that life is a gift,
that we are deeply connected to the earth,
and that gratitude is the quiet thread that ties all cycles together.