Pigeons                                          Winter, 2003

I drew a drop (fire) from the sun, symbolizing life.
I wonder if a life is fire and time.
I feel there is something special about pigeon.
They sometimes show me their sacred power.
Something hidden in pigeons talk to me once in a while.
At that time, they are surely different from the ordinary pigeons that are pecking at food.
They frequently flew over here.
They flew here ten years ago, seven years ago, three years ago, two years ago, and last year.  They came alone or in a group.
Some of them were wounded and passed away in someone’s hand.
That is not my personal belief or imagination but I think they have some kind of messages for us.
Pigeons may be moved by some sacred consciousness.
I wonder if human’s soul and animal’s soul are different.
Or probably they are exactly the same with different brain structures.
I wonder what a man can do and an animal can’t.
A man probably can change his environment with his consciousness.
People’s mind can make the wind blow and raindrops fall.
When people mend their ways, distraction of nature and abnormal climate will be decreased.