This drawing is like a dream in which strength and tenderness are one.
The horse — young, untamed, full of life, and its wings… are not feathers, but hands. Human hands — a symbol of creation, of touch, of the will that gives birth to a miracle.
It is as if Boyan wished to say: “flight does not come from nature, but from human longing.” These hands carry the spirit of one who believes they can take flight, even without wings.
In the horse’s expression there is both surprise and determination — like a child who has just discovered they can run across the clouds.
The whole image breathes paradox: the animal is earthly, and the hands are heavenly. United — they are the human dream of freedom, turned into flesh.
This drawing is a flight, drawn with the memory of human touch.
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This drawing is like a dream in which strength and tenderness are one.
The horse — young, untamed, full of life, and its wings… are not feathers, but hands. Human hands — a symbol of creation, of touch, of the will that gives birth to a miracle.
It is as if Boyan wished to say: “flight does not come from nature, but from human longing.” These hands carry the spirit of one who believes they can take flight, even without wings.
In the horse’s expression there is both surprise and determination — like a child who has just discovered they can run across the clouds.
The whole image breathes paradox: the animal is earthly, and the hands are heavenly. United — they are the human dream of freedom, turned into flesh.
This drawing is a flight, drawn with the memory of human touch.
Lia