Sam Crow

Let’s just start with the basics. Sam Crow here isn’t even a crow. He’s a raven. But he was raised by crows. His first name isn’t even really Sam either but he doesn’t know that yet. There is much that Sam is yet to learn.

His adopted father had enlisted him in the Royal Bombardiers when he turned of age and he’d been progressing rapidly up the ranks ever since he’d masterminded a devastating ambush on the gulls at the Battle of Subway.

His education and enlistment had all been part of a mysterious agreement made many seasons ago when Sam, who was fresh out of the egg, had been adopted by Belasko’s nephew. The reasons for the rush adoption had been unclear but the payment for doing so was less ambiguous.

All said and done the wheels are already turning and great things are afoot for young Sam Crow. But he doesn’t know that yet either…

We’ve got previous in the world of crow related art and this is just the latest instalment of an occasional but ongoing epic tale of urban avian skullduggery with more aerial combat, vicious peckings and egg smashings than any story has a right to contain. All conducted right above our heads on the busy streets of London.

They’re A2 and made using the magic of spraypaint, stencils and imagination. Drop us a line if you’d like to give either Sam a home…

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As the crow dies

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The years had passed slowly since the dark times at the Feast of McDonald’s. The war with the gulls was now over – with untold casualties on both sides – but the realm as a whole had survived and had now seen peace for a good while under his rule. Seismic changes were already in motion though as the King of the Corvidae had cawed for the very last time. The gears of war were turning once more. The corvidae needed to appoint a new king who could shoulder the mighty burden set before him.

For most the only real potential successor was Belasko. He had proved his mettle many times before both in battle and in diplomacy but he was getting on a little in age. The majority of his potential subjects didn’t really consider this a problem but he was deeply worried about his suitability for the role. He was a soldier, not a leader, as he kept telling himself and the many worried councillors that were scurrying around him but the more he brought this point up the more everyone got excited.

He knew in his heart that the Corvidae required another type of leader, one that was not drenched in blood and tied to the past like himself. At the same time he realised the tide of history may just carry him along regardless. This would require some machavellian dexterity he wasn’t sure he still possessed. He would certainly have to ruffle some feathers and didn’t have much time to lose but he had been in this game long enough to know that if he played his cards just right he might just be able to select the right bird for the job…

If you like this then you’ll be glad to know we’ve got previous in the world of crow related art. It is, in fact, a sequel to an earlier piece called King of the Corvidae.

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Title: As the crow dies
Media: Ink, acrylic and paint pen
Size: A4

As the crow dies…

As the crow dies…

The years had  passed slowly since the dark times at the Feast of McDonald’s. The war with the gulls was now over – with untold casualties on both sides – but the realm as a whole had survived and had now seen peace for a good while under his rule. Seismic changes were already in motion though as the King of the Corvidae had cawed for the very last time. The gears of war were turning once more. The corvidae needed to appoint a new king who could shoulder the mighty burden set before him.

For most the only real potential successor was Belasko. He had proved his mettle many times before both in battle and in diplomacy but he was getting on a little in age. The majority of his potential subjects didn’t really consider this a problem but he was deeply worried about his suitability for the role. He was a soldier, not a leader, as he kept telling himself and the many worried councillors that were scurrying around him but the more he brought this point up the more eveyone got excited.

He knew in his heart that the Corvidae required another type of leader, one that was not drenched in blood and tied to the past like himself. At the same time he realised the tide of history may just carry him along regardless. This would require some machavellian dexterity he wasn’t sure he still possessed. He would certainly have to ruffle some feathers and didn’t have much time to lose but he had been in this game long enough to know that if he played his cards just right he might just be able to select the right bird for the job…

If you like this then you’ll be glad to know we’ve got previous in the world of crow related art. It is, in fact, a sequel to an earlier piece called King of the Corvidae.

Cheers

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King of the Corvidae

“It was not a job he wanted but, somehow, it was a job he’d got. He was standing on a small pile of rocks with a light morning breeze ruffling his feathers and gazing out over the sea of carnage in front of him. A magpie standing nearby was nervously recounting the events of the previous evening. His words came in staccato gasps ‘The seagulls came in the dead of night and attacked en masse. Everyone was exhausted from the feast of McDonalds. A couple of rooks managed to raise the alarm but it was already too late…’. The words washed over him while he slowly came to the realisation that he was now in charge. Tears could wait. It was time to show these gulls who ruled the airspace around here once and for all.”

If I had to write a story based on this picture I’m pretty sure that’s how it would start. An epic tale of urban avian skullduggery with more aerial combat, vicious peckings and egg smashings than any story has a right to contain. All conducted right above our heads on the busy London streets. I think maybe I just got up too early this morning…

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Carbonado

This slightly sinister looking raven (or is he a large crow?) has found a sparkly pile of carbonado (or ‘black diamonds’ to you and I). The photo doesn’t really do it justice but there’s a load of glitter on those there stones and that’s what attracted him in the first place, as he has some magpie blood in him on his mother’s side. He knows their value and he’s prepared to defend them. With as much force as he can muster. Which could be quite a lot considering his size, evil looking red eye and imperious pose. I’d just leave him to it if I were you…

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Title: Carbonado
Materials: Spray paint, stencils, glitter, paint pen and screen print on tile
Size: 30 x 22 cm tile
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