I wanted to think about this photo creating a dark angel who fought, a beautiful, damned and wounded angel.
I realized the wing, with wood, to give a rough, heavy and sharp feeling. Powerful wings but maybe they can't fly anymore. At the base of the wing there are hairs, like a mythological animal.
On the right side a large wound, which must heal, which reminds us that there was the second wing, now disappeared.
Under the skin, the tattoos which, like a travel diary, narrate the life, the enterprises that have marked her soul.
100 iso 1/80 sec f/6,0 70mm
7000 x 5254 .PNG 300dpi
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