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This is a canvas I did as a first attempt at seriously painting with acrylics. I like how it came out. It is about 3 feet tall.

This was inspired by the Ray Bradbury story "August 2026 (There Will Come Soft Rains)" (read it here ) and the poem it was named after.

"There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone."

Death scares me, but I completely lust for apocalypse. A weird contradiction in my personality.

Description
This is a canvas I did as a first attempt at seriously painting with acrylics. I like how it came out. It is about 3 feet tall.

This was inspired by the Ray Bradbury story "August 2026 (There Will Come Soft Rains)" (read it here ) and the poem it was named after.

"There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone."

Death scares me, but I completely lust for apocalypse. A weird contradiction in my personality.