Springtime. Chirps. Trills. Tweets. I am Magnetized with their Melodic Speech. On branches. In the Air. Always moving. Mesmerizing. Pjer is photoing. Reminds me of the Georges Duthuit's words in his book Chinese Mysticism and Modern Painting:
When the Chinese artist paints, what matters is the concentration of thought and the prompt vigorous response of the hand to the directing will... He who deliberates and moves his brush intent on making a picture, misses to a still greater extent the art of painting. Draw bamboos for ten years, become a bamboo, then forget all about bamboos when you are drawing...
