So next time you see a crow, don’t turn away.

Look up. Look inward.

What are they trying to show you?
What message do they carry on the wind?

I believe they appear for a reason.
They’re not just birds.
They are messengers of the sacred.

And if you listen -
You just might hear them calling your name too.

Animals are more than companions. They are reflections. Messengers. Mirrors of our soul.
The ones we feel closest to often carry the values we cherish most deeply.
They echo our inner truths with a softness the world often forgets.

Fleeting Freedom was born from one of those moments. A black horse emerged in my vision, not galloping, but gliding — as if running through a prayer. Her mane moved like water, her hooves barely touched the earth, and around her danced hummingbirds.

He was born for something greater than the cage.

I painted this lion in silence — not the kind that is empty, but the kind that is listening. Listening to the ache in his eyes, the story his body still held. A lion, once bound in an illegal circus. Forced to perform, to roar on command. Yet beneath the noise, his soul remembered stillness, dignity, and the wild.