A faded dream, adolescent rebels lost in a network of memories like crops cultivated for harvest, I adore the muted colors and the perspective, the way the field stretches on in to the distance where you can barely make out an obstruction of some kind (a nearby town?), I always had a thing for this type of composition and color palette, like an old photograph discovered in a shoe-box, the beautiful red hair stationary and explosive, although this one is particular could have come from any era and evokes something otherworldly that I can't put my finger on, it's implacable.
This piece is really evocative and passionate and almost seems to bleed at the edges! Well done.
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This piece is really evocative and passionate and almost seems to bleed at the edges! Well done.