Wheatfield with Crows
Bad day. Bad week, actually. Went to the fields to clear my head, made this instead. The paths go nowhere because that's extremely on the nose for my life right now.
The crows showed up while I was painting. Perfect timing. Nothing says "artistic crisis" like literal dark birds against a storm sky. If this was a student film, my professor would call it heavy-handed. But sometimes life is heavy-handed.
The paint's thick because I was basically attacking the canvas at this point. My palette knife has seen some shit. The red path? Dunno, felt right. Everything else was yellow and blue and I needed something else. Now everyone reads into it. It's just a path, guys. Sometimes red is just red.