|Flight Path, Gouache on Arches Cotton Rag Paper, 5.5 x 9 inches|
|Wayfarer, Gouache on Arches Cotton Rag Paper, 6 x 6 inches|
'No, you don't understand, naturally,' said the second swallow. 'First, we feel it stirring within us, a sweet unrest; then back come the recollections one by one, like homing pigeons. They flutter through our dreams at night, they fly with us in our wheelings and circlings by day. We hunger to inquire of each other, to compare notes and assure ourselves that it was all really true, as one by one the scents and sounds and names of long-forgotten places come gradually back and beckon to us.'
(Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows)