you got no reason not to fly
baby birds
the drawing is white ink on deliciously crisp, very lightly ribbed, brown fabriano ingres paper.
which they don’t make anymore… just my luck.
speaking of impermanence, i spent hella hours marvelling at these two baby pigeons perched on the balcony of the apartment i stayed at in manhattan. and then i heard they didn’t make it. thaaaat’s anicca.
RIP baby pigeons.
willis balcony at night
F-L-Y thought collage
ode to baby city pigeons
jolly, green, gigante
sketchbook | calm
heavy
sketchbook | heavy
