“Surely a man needs a closed place wherein he may strike root and, like the seed, become. But also he needs the great Milky Way above him and the vast sea spaces, though neither stars nor ocean serve his daily needs…” – Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Watching birds so much this spring (more than I ever have before) has got me thinking about… well, migration, and “journeys” more generally. What must it feel like to know that you’ve got some place to go — some place to be — but you are not quite sure how to go about getting there? … When all you have are the stars or intuition to guide you? … Across such vast, uncharted expanses… when you don’t even know what awaits you on the other side? The idea of embarking on such a sacred journey, even in the face of such dire risks (… it probably wouldn’t be as sacred if you didn’t have something to lose…), inspired the sketch above. It’s just a concept sketch at this point but I wanted to share it anyway. I dedicate it to all living things who are on journeys — although each one is is being traveled on our own, we are not alone.