This small painting was inspired by the beauty of the white heron. This graceful bird with an amazing tail, it is so beautiful that it just asks for a canvas. Vulnerable and pure. She stands with spread wings, already almost soaring into the sky, but something else keeps her on the ground. Whether this is a nest that she does not dare to leave, or unwillingness to leave her native land. The first flakes of snow are already swirling in the air, and she casts a farewell glance at the already withered grass and the heavily hanging sky. She knows exactly what she is leaving, but what is waiting for her where the ancient instinct calls her and leads her. What will happen there, in the very south where all her relatives flew? Scary, intriguing and calling far away. The last look and now she flew to meet the mysterious south …