EXPOSURE
Medium: Painted intuitively by hand using the iPad Pro
Soulform
Just then, that exotic bird alighted briefly at the window, then vanished, and darted back again. A pause then fluttered once more. Each time tapping gently until I took notice. What brought it so close? An urge to connect from another plane, a sacred glitch, a silent messenger unaware of its true purpose. This beloved presence in feathered form, a thin veil of wings and glass between the seen and what watches, between this world and beyond. I felt it. I wasn’t daydreaming. What brought it so near? Why so persistent? My grandfather’s quiet brushstrokes on old canvas. My father’s invisible strings, still resonant. How could I know? Perhaps not just one spirit, but many familiar souls taking their turn, stirring up distant memories which made me want to reach back too. Then as I leaned forward, it slipped away into silence… the kind that doesn’t look back. Reminding me of that forbidden touch, of the moments that shimmer and vanish, before the mind can catch them. Still, I felt it. The heart remembers… and that is enough.