“Lawe’s Six-Plumed Bird of Paradise” struts before a red-hot background, lifting his leg with the elegance of a swing-dancer and leaning slightly to the right, as if he’s mid-step during a foxtrot. His feathers fan around him in regal puffs. Long whiskerlike feathers with heart shapes bobbing at the end sprout from his head like a fancy chapeau, and the soft golden red down on his chest turns this smooth talker into a true Casanova.

“Anna’s Hummingbird” is a quivering bullet of gold on a blue backdrop, it’s black thorn of a beak pointing hopefully upward. Two “Indian Peacock “ drawings feature a thrilling sweep of cobalt blue up a long neck through an aquamarine sheen at its throat – a seduction of color that crashes to a halt at the bird’s scolding visage, with its downturned beak and blood-red eyes. If this show is for the birds, it couldn’t have given them a better honor.