Still as a sculpture, the heron holds its quiet vigil - an emblem of patience and self-possession. I veiled its natural greys in sweeping violets and deep teal blues, letting each feather pulse with unexpected colour, as though the bird were momentarily lit from within. The result is a celebration of stoic beauty and vitality in the same frame: an invitation to linger, breathe, and feel the quiet magic that waits beneath the surface of calm.
