Point of view of the art itself 

I'll admit, I never really understood Latin, but the concept of "limbus" has resonated with me for as long as I can remember. Limbus can mean "edge", that thin line between what has been and what will be. It can also mean "trap". For me, it's both. That unbearably uncertain area has always terrified me. In my mind it’s a dark, endless, uncontrollable abyss.

Then, one day, it happened: I jumped.  Everything leading up to my foot pushing myself off the ground was paralyzing. But I managed to move those damn, uncertain legs. I closed my eyes and jumped. And it was there that I realized: my fear wasn’t exactly falling, it was fear of what it feels to fall. How much can one get hurt while falling? I learned not to be swept away by the currents, I learned to understand them, to ride them. I finally learned to let go. And that is where I fell up. That specific moment I embraced uncertainty and the infinite opportunities it welcomes. 

Now, the fall has become flight and I am finally free: after all, you cannot ask creatures of the sky to live on earth.