Crown (Inktober 2025-03)

You know, I realize I never really decided whether this bird is an eagle, or a vulture.

Either way, its contempt for the crown is absolute. It is the ripping talons of freedom, the spreading wings of history, a black mantle ready to pluck the dead eyes out of the sockets of tyranny.

It’s crazy to be living in these times, when the skulking scurrying shadows of fascism are out and about once again. Already, we are seeing the birds of prey and the carrion eaters, circling, circling.