Catarina Colaço

A Bird spies the pain of the world, silenced by the sphere in which it confines itself. Fruit of freedom's essence, but without possession of it, the pair of wings takes comfort in the shadows that dance between the cycle of life. After a tempting debate with his own reflection, the bird conquers the skies, judging himself free at last. But would that freedom be free? Or an even bigger cage?

A Bird spies the pain of the world, silenced by the sphere in which it confines itself. Fruit of freedom's essence, but without possession of it, the pair of wings takes comfort in the shadows that dance between the cycle of life. After a tempting debate with his own reflection, the bird conquers the skies, judging himself free at last. But would that freedom be free? Or an even bigger cage?

A Bird spies the pain of the world, silenced by the sphere in which it confines itself. Fruit of freedom's essence, but without possession of it, the pair of wings takes comfort in the shadows that dance between the cycle of life. After a tempting debate with his own reflection, the bird conquers the skies, judging himself free at last. But would that freedom be free? Or an even bigger cage?