This little thing (Photoshop pen, photo and Photoshop insanity) would fit nicely in the ceiling of a church or so -- or not. The wooden façade is stretching up to the sky. The angel -- if it is an angel and not a being orbiting lower trajectories, like the rest of us (and why wouldn't we unangels want glorification? we need it better) -- is made of the same stuff as the walls, obviously, and I see some kind of point in that.
Well, let's have a closer look. It strikes me now that there's a point too in not (I drew her on a whim) having a classic beauty. True beauty can be rather unclassic, real angelic imperfection.