There once was a girl who lived in a glass house and every day she looked out upon the world she had left behind. They were so cruel and hateful to her, ridiculing her awkwardness and fearful of her dark raven hair, but was isolation any better? One day while she gazed upon her reflection in the lake by her home, she heard the cawing of a murder of crows, each one who spoke a word in sequence so that they became a single voice. "Come with us and we will help you. Come with us and we can set you free from this place." Unable to find the courage to leave by herself and fearful of those she had left behind, the girl agreed, for who could resist freedom amidst hopelessness and weakness? At this, the crows' calling became louder and they each flew through the girl's heart, binding it to themselves. The girl felt such happiness at their flight and the newfound feeling of freedom on their wings that she wept with joy. But every day, a crow would leave and by nightfall it returned with the crushed soul of a former friend. Every day, in return for offering her the freedom from ridicule, a life was destroyed and a little piece of her was consumed. One piece, two pieces, eight pieces, nine pieces, In the end, she found freedom in the belly of a 100 crows. Just a little story inspired by a dream I had one day that led to this painting. This piece will be displayed in my senior show. Come on by if you're in the West Georgia area on the 29th! I hope to get a better picture of this once I get the courage to put this under a scanner bed for 16 passes. Acrylic, Puzzle Pieces. 30"x40."