DEERE JOHN
48” x 48”
oil on linen
Dear John,
I must confess, our love has withered like a field exposed to relentless pesticides. What once blossomed with promise now feels barren and poisoned.
Remember Jeremiah's lamentations? He foresaw desolation, a land devoid of life due to human folly. Our world, our relationship, mirrors this prophecy. We've polluted what was pure, chasing fleeting desires at the expense of lasting sustenance.
It pains me to say this, but I must break free from this toxic cycle. There is no future in clinging to a love that's been poisoned by neglect and disregard.
Farewell,
The Environment