Oil and acrylic on board, incased in an ornate Japanese ginkgo leaf hand painted frame, 16x16x2cm
Perched in the quiet threshold between stillness and motion, the Dwarf Japanese Flying Squirrel waits , small, luminous, and full of hidden knowing. By day, it is almost invisible. A whisper in the trees. A softness tucked into shadow. But within it lies a secret architecture, delicate wings folded close, unseen until the moment they are needed! 
This tiny totem speaks of hidden capability, the parts of ourselves we carry quietly, not yet revealed to the world.
These surrounding sparks are not chaos, but ignition, tiny constellations of possibility gathering around it. They echo the moment before change, when something inside you begins to glow before it takes form. The faint upward drips rising behind it suggest a reversal of gravity, a world where things do not fall, but ascend.