Now we've surely all heard the tale of the boy who cried wolf and the fact that when a wolf did attack his flock no would would believe him and come to his aid as he'd cried 'wolf' too often before. This is obviously a cautionary tale on the perils of lying and believability that the subject of this picture could do with absorbing. He's forever telling tales to try and make himself look good and his buddies/siblings/other kids look bad. He'll be in danger of having no one left to believe him when things do eventually go pear shaped, as they appear to have here...
To say painting this piece was a labour of love would be a lie as I find painting skin tone is one of the hardest things to get right. There are just so many colours involved that you would never guess would be. Whenever I try it usually makes me feel pretty inadequate as an artist but this time I kind of like it - even after hating it for so many hours. Oh well, onward and upward i suppose...
acrylic, spray paint, paint pen, charcoal, pencil