A few weeks ago, after watching some crows scavenge for food on a street in the Toluca Lake area, I started doing some hardcore research of the animals. I was fascinated by their niche in the world, flourishing because of our human neighborhoods, yet still outcast from our lives. I started to write a story about a crow and while drawing some concept art, I penned a scarecrow. This straw-filled figure had the same intriguing essence of the crow - being on the fringe of human society, always present, yet never able to become fully integrated - and my story quickly shifted focus from the crow to the scarecrow.
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