Phoenixes

Now there's a clumsy word. Phoenix-es.

Anyway, some time ago the youth psychiatric...ward? Let's pretend that's the right word, anyway, the ward contacted our school to ask if any of our art students would be interested in decorating their walls. Our teachers enthusiastically replied, yes, of course they would like to help.
So they made a project out of it; we almost always do project work, and we went and saw the building and the gruesome corridors. They had this pale, dirty yellow and sickly green colour scheme, so we were told to make colourful things to dispell some of that ugliness. (Seriously, I felt sick just from looking at those walls. Eurgh.)

I decided to do something symbolic, thus the phoenixes. The ward's an intermediate station, sort of, none of the residents stay there very long, and they're in very bad shape when they get there. I've always liked the phoenix idea; through the flames to be renewed, struggle makes you stronger. Thus the five stages of life; old and dying, egg, fledgling, young bird, and adult.
I overdid the stars. :/

Time: Three days at school. Ow ow ow. Shoulders hurt like hell.
Size: 60 x 80 cm
Technique: Acrylics


And sorry for the bad photo.