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There I was in my imagination again, when what should pop in to say hello! Kronos, filled my mind with images and how he was misunderstood, I had to bring this idea to life on his behalf. All he wanted was a playmate, coming across the scarecrow hoping he would understand, but like all others he ran away too. All the scarecrow seen was a fire in Kronos’s wake, in his eyes and coming from his head. Being made from straw, he yanked the post from the ground and ran like the wind.
I wanted to portray a night scene in Halloween surrealism that gives that underdog tone, whether it be the scarecrow, or Kronos.
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