It's true. Birds ARE always singing. They are singing when we are born, when we experience pain and heartache and the regret of lost love. And they are singing mightily at the moment of our death. One constant in the world. As long as there's a planet earth with men, the birds will continue their song. These are more of my 3 by 5.75 inches drawings. When I put these two side by side, I immediately saw the relationship each had with the other. So for the sake of birdsong, let's call this Original Jones Art as it wells up in that true pedestrian nightmare, Austin, Texas.