There Is Wings

Another collage, since I didn’t take any other images today. The words are a photo of graffiti I saw years ago; they’ve haunted me ever since. I wish I knew who wrote this and why, but sometimes we have to make up our own stories. The wings belong to a dead crow that fell to earth from our roof. The idea, that under our shabby worn wool coats might be wings, ah, that belongs to all of us I suppose. Put together mostly in Procreate. I like it better in Large because it’s easier to see the border.