Unfortunately this crow can no longer fly. Still she persists and rides her cargo bike to farmers markets to sell her produce. She also does some treasure hunting on the side to help pay the bills. Her scarecrow friend was once a cyclist cursed by a Big Oil warlock and now spends its days yelling at vehicles who pass too closely. A lot of the crow’s loot is haunted and the ghosts are often a toss-up between good and evil. More often than not they help with watering the plants, scaring away thieves, and telling stories.
Personal work. Gouache, coloured pencils, pen & ink.