Crows scare me. Their beady-eyed stares and haughty stalking of the green areas in my estate, clutch at my heart.
They circle the trees at twilight cawing in wide-winged synchronicity. The collective noun is ‘a murder’ for a reason.
I painted them flying towards the viewer at eye height, emphasising their ability to intimidate; he bright colours masking the sinister imagery. Lines splay out across the page like wing bones. It is a painting of fear and phobia.
Crows scare me. Their beady-eyed stares and haughty stalking of the green areas in my estate, clutch at my heart.
They circle the trees at twilight cawing in wide-winged synchronicity. The collective noun is ‘a murder’ for a reason.
I painted them flying towards the viewer at eye height, emphasising their ability to intimidate; he bright colours masking the sinister imagery. Lines splay out across the page like wing bones. It is a painting of fear and phobia.
Mixed media, A4, Painted 2023
