The man who has no imagination has no wings.
-Muhammad Ali
Here’s another drawing from my wings project. I am not sure what has me stuck on drawing wings. At times, I feel like a teenage girl doodling wings all over her notebook. Not a terrible thing. It’s a great way to clear my head of stuff I hear during Jury Duty. It’s gotten to a point where I like to imagine different types of wings for strangers passing by me on a crowded city street. Who would get dragonfly wings, raven’s wings, bee’s wings, polka dotted wings? Would we treat each other differently if we imagined each person with wings? It might soften their demeanor or make them look more terrifying depending on the type of wings one wore. It’s just a bit of nonsense. A daydream to make these grey winter days a bit more intriguing.
What sort of wings will you wear today? Friday the 13th wings? Pre-Valentine’s Day Wings?
Well, time to head to the courts and deal with some grey realities. Thank God for our imaginations and hot chocolate!
Brooklyn Doodle 