Birds of a feather


Material - ceramic / 2009


 I see a thousand of people in the festival, people I usually do not see in a daily life. Then I realize that I am surrounded by very similar kind people every day, even we think we are very much different. What a small world I live!  We blong to someone who has a similarity in a way. We tend to gather in groups, and feel safe.  If we meet by chance, even it is just a moment, we are united by some tie. Birds of a feather, any where, any time.