This comic is definitely tied to a certain advent and meeting in my existence.
Bird, drawing. Bird, searching. I was, and still am, the dancing catastrophe, but to see beauty unfold in a much more crude way than what it is now, to see how it was perceived back then…
This is what I inspired.
In any case and since you’re very likely reading these words, my little tweeting friend : Thank you. The pictures of us tell are so many milestones in the infinite garden of imagination and feelings.
The rest … well see how you were drawn! *laugh*