NIGHTJAR
NIGHTJAR
Emigration feels like flight. I felt like a bird the first time I left home for another place - an overwhelming sensation for someone who cannot live without freedom. This painting is dedicated to that very feeling, and to mark the moment, I wrote a short poem.
Not every bird comes back home,
not every path is meant to roam.
But ink takes flight where colors rise,
Not every bird comes back home,
not every path is meant to roam.
But ink takes flight where colors rise,
and every stray wing touches skies.
-M. Haverts
Canvas
1400 X 1000 mm.
Acrylic paint
November 2025
Available
1400 X 1000 mm.
Acrylic paint
November 2025
Available
