The wasteland.
In the wasteland is the The Swarm.
The Swarm will have you, always. They will toil for you, they will care for you and you will care for them. Even if you don’t. You will. You have tasted their sweet community. You will be them and they will be you.
The Swarm will have you.
The Swarm must have you.
And once they do you cannot live without them.

Our Lady of the Hive Mind. Oils on birch, 11x14. Framed.

This listing is for the original oil painting.