Birds of a feather
Flock together, so they say
Know where you belong.
Art Prescription: Remember the clicks in high-school where you were struggling to fit in? As adults, I think we struggle with this issue. Life is like a river, constantly moving and changing, going with the flow. Birds seem better than us at knowing who they want to fly with. For them it’s simple. It’s mutual support.
Colored pencil and pen and ink on index card:
2 thoughts on “Flock September 7, 2015”
Wonderful energy in this piece! And, birds do seem to know, don’t they? 🙂
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