vintage watch parts, paper, hand dyed Japanese paper, vintage silk threads

So, yet again I put a bird on it. I can't help myself when I find those little birdy heads in my box of watch junk . V is on his way to Rome, a business trip, a biennale. I'm home, waiting for the sound of rain and the sound of snow melting to stop. I am sleeping all wrong again. Not my usual wrong, but even more wrong.