Handmade creativity

From the remnants of human ingenuity and abandoned metal chemistry and the ghosts of past engines, this soaring bird is woven as it perches on the threshold of motion as if stuck in a silent ascent. It expressed, with its outstretched wings embracing the sky with a complex network of steel feathers, chapters cut from the forgotten revolution of gears, and narrates tales carved along the continuous path of wandering. Its metallic nerves resonate the echo of engines that have become silent, and ignition candles ignite like eyes fixed on invisible horizons