Garden of Birds

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The Garden of Birds

A place for flying dreams

“Garden of Birds” – this phrase arrived like a breath of fresh air, washing away the dirty-grey gloom of a town buried in melting snow. In an instant, these three words became an impulse, suddenly halting the pendulum swing of routine life. Who authored them? Was it the light gust of a spring wind, the deceptive smile of a fleeting street nymph, the fragrant scent of a dawning day, or simply a verbal manifestation of memories stored away over a lifetime?

No one knows, for the inner clockwork of human intuition remains safely sealed. Yet, it led me to the perfect choice among the thousands of name combinations I had been sorting through for my blog. The Garden of Birds seemed so serene, so singular, and so far removed from the city’s monotony. The moment it echoed in my mind, I was swept away by the temptation to possess it. Yielding without resistance, I claimed the name as my own. It was fascination at first sight – an irrational spark with the power to alter destiny in seconds. I look at my palm now; I cannot be certain, but the pattern of the lines seems to have shifted… Could it be true? Or perhaps, I simply want to believe that it can come true.

The Garden of Birds is the place where I long to be. Bound by the overt or hidden bonds of this world, humans have always envied the inherent freedom of birds: “Behold the birds of the heaven, for they do not sow, nor reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them” – Matthew 6:26.

And now, this Garden of Birds is in my hands. I will try to breathe life into it, laboring until my strength fades. Then, I shall leave it untouched, until oblivion claims it. Nothing lasts forever; the true art of living lies in our ability to savor the fragments of happiness allotted to us. As its custodian and an avian artist, I will now populate my garden with life. Perhaps, as the flock grows, you too will find solace here and return often.

Come, stay, and immerse yourself in everything you find here. As a guest of the Garden of Birds, you are welcome to wander freely through its lawns and hidden corners, simply watching my birds and its other inhabitants. From time to time, I will offer some of my artworks for sale, giving you the chance to take a piece of this garden with you.

But if it happens that this place does not resonate with you, please remember: this is only one of a myriad of bird gardens existing in the sweet dreams of generations past, present, and future. The only thing you truly need to become a little happier is to discover your own Garden of Birds.

26 February 2009, Siauliai, Lithuania

 

 

 

 

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All texts and images on this site are copyrighted by Le-Za donski — the artist, the bird painter, and the temporary owner of this Garden of Birds. © 2009-2026 All rights reserved.

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