Memory
"I remember this place. This city was my home when last I turned my back on it and walked the winding road in search of peace. Now I've returned, and it has changed without changing. The streets are the same, but some structures are larger, some are smaller. Many are hidden in a fog I can no longer penetrate. The worst of them have grown in my absence and become something monstrous, a beacon of suffering to remind me that I never truly dealt with them. These memories..."
The finished painting!
Initial sketch from years ago. Sometimes going back to old sketches can be a source of inspiration.
Building up the aqueduct on the right and designing the tower.
Adding detail to the aqueduct and blocking in the distant city.
Pushing and pulling to get everything where I want it.
Finishing touches.