I never just draw an animal. I meet them.

A tigeress wandered into my colours. A rooster strutted like a feathered king. A falcon looked back like it knew a secret.

And Ayra?

She’s not just in the picture – she’s in my life. She smells like sun-warmed fur and trust,

and sometimes, she is the silence between two brushstrokes.

Not every creature here came from the wild. Some walked beside me. Sat on my feet. Slept on my soul.

This is my soft, wild menagerie – full of reverence, a little mischief, and a whole lot of heart.