Wings is the story about realizing there are parts of you that are broken. It is a promise to pick up those things and move forward. 
 
I painted this in my journal years ago and these are the words that I scribbled on the back of my painting:
“I’m not sure how my wings got this way. I’m not sure how or when they broke. It was slow and something of subtlety… My wings were as colorful as they come. Out of my own fear, I’ve let them fall and turn gray. I’ve hidden myself. I’ve tried to be something that others will be pleased with, and in doing so, I’ve only found displeasure with myself. This image is me promising myself something… That I will pick up my wings and let them teach me to fly. Please, my loving God, let them fly.”
 
Wings is available on archival paper.