The chicken moves from the protective shell of the egg to a blind, hairless and defenseless bird in the nest. The newborn transitions from the darkness and familiarity of the womb to a strange world of gravity, touch, sound and breath. Woody stems become shoot covered boughs, pressed by the sun and wind, and at the mercy of every emerging insect. Through the grace of Spring and the movement of Yin to Yang we become new, but also tender, raw and exposed.