“The bitter wind blew birds like a smoke cloud into the garden. They came to rest on bare winter-boughs of a tree, filling the branches with feathered leaves. I stared at them and wondered, did they come here for me alone, to make music and undo the bleakness of my soul? For all souls have moments of bleakness, just as Winter brings darkness, so Spring trumpets the arrival of light” Lisa Azarmi – After Winter, 2022.

Frans Snyders – Concert of Birds, 1630.