I am afraid of birds. In fact, I am afraid of any creatures with feathers. Although I cannot remember how long I have had this fear, there was definitely a time that I did feel comfortable around birds. Our family album proves it. Birds are not made of the same materials as I am. Because I cannot find feathers in my own body, I find it difficult to understand. Feathers are a foreigner material that I cannot internalize. Similar to my inability to associate with birds, the sense of exclusion from my surroundings has been accompanying me for a while. It may have started around the same time that I started drawing an invisible line between my body and pigeons. Perhaps, it was an unconscious reaction to protect myself from the unknown, from an outsider, from birds. Nevertheless, there are some similarities between how I treat pigeons and how the world views me. I am an Iranian immigrant woman. As a visual art practitioner, I practice the art of survival through the works that I make.