The Dry Flood

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I painted this piece while listening to The Last Siege by Jonathan Stroud. While not his finest work, the novel intelligently handles a weighty subject and gives one a new appreciation for places of refuge and sanctuary.

(You won’t find much of either while crossing the swollen breadth of the dry flood, of course. Stability and settlements are rare until you reach one of the shore boroughs where water is still relatively abundant.)

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  1. Fortson,

    Wow, the colors are really lovely.

  2. ratchetcat,

    Thanks! I started with a monochromatic scheme (my go-to approach when speed painting and unfamiliar subject) before messing with the hues.