Cry no more, flightless bird, for we shall put you out of your misery. Death is but another form of relief from our misery. Rest now flightless bird, may your tears no longer fall…
I did a piece just the other week that had this theme. It was a 50s pin up girl but she had a skull face and bone poking out of her arm and leg and things. It’s a really interesting theme and one I’m very keen to explore further. This is a first (read second) attempt to explore this subject. She’s half flesh, half bone. Part of her has been stripped back to reveal the her within both literally and figuratively. It shows that under the skin we’re all the same.
A creature of our land stripped down, exposed, forcibly changed and hurting yet we do nothing, we stand by as our amazing, incredible, beautiful planet is torn apart.
I promised myself I wouldn’t get political on here but recent events are just sitting in my mind like a giant dirty spider in the corner of a filthy dump. Anyway, enjoy it for what it is and ignore my crazy ramblings.