The Stilt Walker

She was born from roots. Her stilts are not an addition, but a natural extension of her being.

I imagine her wandering among us, moving through the crowd with her singular gait. She observes. She moves forward, perhaps guided by something greater than herself.

As always, nature offered me the materials. It whispers a story to me... then leaves me free to listen.

I don't know where she's going. I only know that she keeps moving forward.