A barn owl turns to look over its shoulder, its pale heart-shaped face glowing against a backdrop of soft evening light. Barn owls have always felt a little magical to me, quiet hunters that move through the dusk almost unseen. I wanted to capture that still, watchful moment when everything goes silent and the owl is listening to the night.
The scattered circles of light behind the owl were a chance to play with softness and glow in charcoal, letting the background melt away so the fine detail of the feathers and that dark, steady eye could carry the piece.
A barn owl turns to look over its shoulder, its pale heart-shaped face glowing against a backdrop of soft evening light. Barn owls have always felt a little magical to me, quiet hunters that move through the dusk almost unseen. I wanted to capture that still, watchful moment when everything goes silent and the owl is listening to the night.
The scattered circles of light behind the owl were a chance to play with softness and glow in charcoal, letting the background melt away so the fine detail of the feathers and that dark, steady eye could carry the piece.