Like a desperate fist at a door, the little heart pounds behind gossamer skin. Like a lone drummer awaiting a chorus, like footsteps down an empty hall. His name is longing. For the innocence we lost, for the love we seek, for flight. A very special and extremely limited piece, hand sculpted in polymer clay with articulated wings and legs. Please allow approx 4 weeks before it ships as it will be uniquely, individually sculpted.