The Covid-19 pandemic turned a week-long holiday in California into a very long, opaque immigration process. I find myself, 9 months in, unable to see my family for Christmas without a travel permit. The Birds recognises the paradox of living in a place that is so beautiful and wild and full of life and weirdly vibrant even in Winter, and simultaneously often wanting to be somewhere much greyer, much colder, much more familiar. ⁠⁠

It’s also a thank you to the birds of Monterey for distracting me so well from homesickness. ⁠

Personal illustration.

Digital, 2020