Oona McFarland Art

Which would you rather be?  

When all I see is grey, its time to look closer  

Everything is a bit murky unless you look closer.  the colour is there though  

Light becomes paint. The town is a murky swirl   A building holding its own quietly, as light melts into shadow 

Crumbs of bread, insects, seeds floating in from the river

Summer is on the brink and clouds are playing and the empty schools look haunted with uncertainty