Carrie, this one is for you.
People think an image of a stuck bird is very sad. I don’t think it has to be. If I had a bird stuck in my bloody chest, I would be proud that the bird is flailing and out of its element, and stubborn and refusing to adapt. It would remember the open until it dies.
Update: made another one…
Click to see some exercises in mood:
moody lake view:
and I <3 ferris wheels: