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Artist: David Frias
Title: “The Burden Flight”
Medium: Acrylic on cotton paper
Year: 2025
For me, bones are the purest form. They are what remains when everything superficial has faded away—the essence that endures through time and the erosion of pain. In them, there are no masks, no ornaments: only truth.
In this work, the skeleton does not represent death, but permanence. It is a testimony that even the most fragile finds a way to resist. Beside it, the wings still carry their feathers, a reminder that the desire to fly—to rise above—never fully disappears. Even when the body falls, even when the weight is unbearable, the memory of flight remains: insistent, unbreakable.
The dark background becomes the stage where every human confronts themselves: a space of struggle, silence, and rawness. It is not meant to be beautiful, but real. Because life, like flight, always carries weight—bones, memories, wounds. Yet that weight is not an obstacle; it is the very condition for transformation.
Through Edenism, I do not reject pain. I recognize it as part of truth, as an inevitable teacher. The burden of flight is, in the end, the cost of transcendence: to carry what we are, what we have lived, and still choose to rise.
Artist: David Frias
Title: “The Burden Flight”
Medium: Acrylic on cotton paper
Year: 2025
For me, bones are the purest form. They are what remains when everything superficial has faded away—the essence that endures through time and the erosion of pain. In them, there are no masks, no ornaments: only truth.
In this work, the skeleton does not represent death, but permanence. It is a testimony that even the most fragile finds a way to resist. Beside it, the wings still carry their feathers, a reminder that the desire to fly—to rise above—never fully disappears. Even when the body falls, even when the weight is unbearable, the memory of flight remains: insistent, unbreakable.
The dark background becomes the stage where every human confronts themselves: a space of struggle, silence, and rawness. It is not meant to be beautiful, but real. Because life, like flight, always carries weight—bones, memories, wounds. Yet that weight is not an obstacle; it is the very condition for transformation.
Through Edenism, I do not reject pain. I recognize it as part of truth, as an inevitable teacher. The burden of flight is, in the end, the cost of transcendence: to carry what we are, what we have lived, and still choose to rise.