Something seems to be shifting with these birds. I never paid much attention to them before, but now they feel omnipresent.
The first thing that caught my eye in New York was a pigeon. I’d never felt the urge to photograph a pigeon before, yet somehow, my photo series begins with one and, fittingly, ends with pigeons, too.
Now, sitting at home in Tbilisi, I watch the trees in the yard sway gently with the wind. The birds chirp in the background as they flit from branch to branch. There's something captivating about their movements, and I find myself drawn to watch them endlessly.
It feels as though some bird has become my spirit animal... as if I share an unseen connection with them...
Is it symbolic? Could it be about freedom, the desire to fly away, or even the solitude of soaring alone?
21st of May, 2023