At times comical, other times mildly menacing, crows are eerily intelligent. Their exchange of clucks and caws could make a paranoid person suspect they were sharing a joke at her expense as she walked down a city street.
To capture the attitude of my conversation crows, I kept the papier-mâché raw, the gestures expressive. You might not know what they are saying, but you can tell what they are made of. In contrast with their rough texture, the crows are candy coated in colors reminiscent of conversation hearts. Only the long shadows cast by the winter sun are black. I foresee a blue crow dropping in on the conversation. Maybe orange and green…a murder of crows in colors to die for.