I remember the first time I made a pair of wings. I was at a complete crossroads of my life. I had no money, I was discouraged and I had just moved out of NYC…a city I adored and never planned on leaving. When I made my first pair of wings, the only thing I could think of was that I wanted to make someone happy and feel inspired and feel loved. It didn’t matter if it was only just one person who saw it. That would have been enough for me. Making wings is not just drawing for me, it’s my way of showing the world love and giving something I love so much to others. Wings has always been a special part of my life. From my Grandpa who used to paint them, to my mom who knows every single type of bird there is. Wings are pure love for me and making them out of love for others has in return given me my own pair of wings.