It can get lonely out here. Odd that this land gets the same amount of precipitation as the Sahara. This land is a desert. Deserted. But I am out here with just a few like me. It seems there are fewer by the day.
The strange shapes sometimes encroach on this vast landscape. No one knows from where they came. Are they here to take us away? Take us away to a better place? Or is it a farce? A smokescreen to keep us for entertainment.
It can get lonely out here. Better snuggle up, the night is coming and it's going to get cold.
oil on wood panel