Gone with the Wind

The swing is like a pendulum, back and forth, back and forth. The wind rushes through my hair, but it's not enough. I want to feel the freedom of flying high in the sky, but instead I'm stuck here, going nowhere. I can see the other girls hanging on the swings, the swings kept swaying but their bodies are still. I can finally feel freedom through the stillness of their souls. #borntodie 6000 x 3000 px ----------------------------------------------------- Conceptualised in 3D and AI . Output fed back in to the latent space for chaos. Collection of chaos assembled with digital painting.