Long ago there was a nightmare I wrote about in a personal journal. There was a long list of settings that I later divided up and used as separate stories/sketches. One of the areas was a dense and fairly dead burned forest. When my eyes inspected the brush that had been trying to thrive among the ash-ridden trees an almost toxic mist formed.
The mist moved and took on shape. The contents—almost seeming to sting my skin. Who knows what it was or why it was there? This piece is yet another from that particular nightmare that will be added to my gallery along with the others. It has inspired countless works, both written and art-driven throughout my career.
This has been Day 2 of