This piece tackles the feeling of a sense of not quite belonging. A sense of not quite death, but not quite living - a feeling of being stuck in the middle. The brightness of the pink draws the viewer in to look closer at the details held within the dead bird. The blue and black lines deepen the bird and make it look realistic, as if it is actually a crow with a slight shine to its feathers. The dead bird is a metaphor for the human body. Clutched within its claws is an olive branch, although it doesn’t translate the best through my craftsmanship. The bird is attempting to make peace, although it died or was injured along the way. The bird’s eyes are closed in rest, it is serene, even if its claws are rigid in its post-mortem state.
