For a short time, a bird's egg accompanied me because its mother had let it go. I had made a special pocket in my clothes and I was giving my body heat to the bird so that my imagination would be fertile. My dependence on this bird's egg was very high and it was always with me. I drew this painting while imagining myself in that egg's place. I am not a fixed person and I am constantly moving and active. when i was running or I was dancing Or he was moving in his sleep I used to think that the little egg was feeling high and dizzy. Honestly, I tried my best to be a good mother But I could never spend 26 days in complete silence like his real mother