He came from beyond the stars, mounted on a magical beast, and flew in front of the moon one night when you were staring up into your dreams-–a record keeper, forging the present. Beyond the stars and beyond the self there lies a great story. These stories, your stories, are the Birdman’s changing horizon: the purple mountainscape, a sideways glance from a passing whale. Endless layers of rich color and texture fuel his journey–-your journey, where myths are born and may fade but will never die.
Grab hold of those tail feathers. Make your own legends.
