An artist is something that fills the world with color and meaning. There is always something that restrains him, shackles him by circumstances to the conditions of creation. A large gray crowd, which is not always inclined towards the artist, has always been, is, and will be. However, the task of the artist is to work for him. Colors and ideas are inside the creator. Of course, they are born in the head. However, there will always be those who will criticize, who will try to steal ideas and colors, who will interfere, who will cause discomfort. The merciless birds are a black flock that inevitably circles around the artist, feeding on the colors straight from his head. However, birds cannot defeat the creator - because colors and ideas are endless. So birds peck at him. And he draws. And again. And again. Like a modern Prometheus, bringing the light of color into the world, suffering but never giving up.