Feathers, Filigree, and a Skull

A jawless skull illustrating the gagging and mistreatment of our dead society.

The skull is dripping with gore making the point our demise is still fresh. 

Is nothing sadder than a bird-less feather? Once a monarch of the limitless skies now just an artifact of freedom to be trampled by the myopic boots of fascism knowing only the cold constraints of the Earth.

Filigree sprouts, turns and spins it's way from the grotesque, offering signs of growth as the tendrils curve toward some unseen light, a new birth! ... or is it toward targets to spread more dystopia?

 

I went to art school, I can make any random doodle seem like a meaningful commentary piece.