RED THREADS: The Poet, the Breeze, and the Guardian of the Sunset

To these three creatures that art revealed to me before life itself: Midge holds the pheasant like a secret of the forest between his teeth, while his eyes keep the nobility of sunsets. Lilly, made of curled wind and silences, weaves her delicacy into the still air. Jack, a romantic poet with a rebellious tuft, unsettles the scene with his playful melancholy. I discovered them stroke by stroke, learning that creating dogs is to decipher a language without words, where color is only the beginning. Now I await the day when their barks break through the frame of the screen, and that tail I imagined in motion finally becomes real. Thank you for allowing me to inhabit, even if only in digital light, the essence of their gaze.