Wild Soul with a Paintbrush.
Audubon didn’t catalog birds—he celebrated them. He roamed the American frontier with a rifle, a sketchpad, and an eye for beauty in the untamed. His love for the land was real, raw, and obsessive—he gave up comfort for the call of the wild.
There was nothing tidy about his life, but everything he touched felt alive. He was part artist, part explorer, all heart.
Verdict: SphstRDnck.
Messy, free, and deeply rooted in the natural world.