Okay, so in regards to my previous post, if you guessed I drew a bird because I wanted to share my passion for this species, well… you guessed wrong! I don’t like birds. No, actually, it is stronger than that; I hate them. Everything about birds scares me and only fuels my nightmares. Now, you might wonder why on Earth I would draw one and post it here, then.
Well, because to my great astonishment, in the last month, the self-diagnosed “ornithophobic” that I am has fallen in love with a bird, proving once and for all that yes, miracles do exist. But the thing is that it is not with just any bird.
The bird I discovered is a very unique one. Quite frankly, I have never seen another one like it or another one that had the same effect on me. You may recall, in my first post, I wrote that, in my opinion, art should have the ability to make one feel something and perhaps make one want to be better; well, let me tell you that according to this “definition”, this bird is truly a work of art. This creature I got to discover astonished me for the bravery it was reflecting, and strangely enough, it instigated in me a stronger need of accomplishment. I even saw beauty in this bird, which went beyond appearances.
Did you ever see a bird that resembled this one? Or maybe you have actually discovered the same one I have… Well, anyhow, this one bird I love is The Nightingale and it was written by Kristin Hannah.
-Pénélope Simard
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