I love to draw birds, regardless of their type. I love them because they are weak, frail, and fragile—easily crushed.
They are suited to wear all emotions, graceful in every feeling. They are, in essence, a physical embodiment of our emotion.
Our emotions that long to soar, that want to grieve with all their strength and rejoice with everything they have. They yearn to sing, to express themselves. But they are fragile, weak things that can be crushed under any pressure or material thought. I feel that when I clothe a bird in a feeling—whether sad or happy, broken or strong—it transforms into something beautiful, something with value and meaning.
Of course, because birds are free, and everything suits the free.
