Dream Field Spectre

16x20 Acrylic on stretched canvas. I don't really know what to say about this other than it's a haunting. It's a lingering ugliness that waits for your quiet moments to reappear on a breeze. It's a remembered sense from the past that makes you ugly-cry like pathetic starving young. It's a search for a sliver of focus when you're awaken in the dark by a voice. It's a night that ends with sickening sobriety and dread like an old enemy getting on the elevator. ...If that makes any sense.