We were stretched on the grass, resting on top of a damp blanket. Crickets conversed around us and kids shrieked in delighted awe at the explosions of colors lighting up the humid July sky.
Yet, we were engulfed in our thoughts and each other, despite the overbearing crowd and the intolerable volume of exploding fireworks mere feet from us.
The atmosphere created did not necessarily have anything to do with the display or the reaction of the audience. It had more to do with being in the presence of one another.
There is something anatomically incorrect about this painting, more so than any lack of talent I have as an artist. It was done intentionally, with purposeful meaning. Can you spot this physiological aberration? Tell me what you think it means, or if you can relate to it in any way.
you used a circular canvas? feels/looks like it’s bulging in the middle. I’m bad at interpreting art, heh.