Original Oil Painting on archival particle bored 48 x 36 in

2 military men walked through the woods, their camo blending in with the brown and green of the trees around them. They were looking for something—a sign? A clue? A person? They couldn’t tell. All they knew was that they were being led by a force greater than themselves, and they had to follow it to wherever it would take them.

The men had been walking for hours now, with no end in sight. One of them spoke up finally: “I don’t think we’re going to find anything out here,” he said, sounding defeated. The other soldier nodded slowly, his eyes scanning their surroundings as if he could somehow see something that wasn’t there.

Just then, a bird flew overhead—and landed on one of the branches above them, chirping loudly at them before quickly flying away again.”What was that?” asked one of the soldiers as he looked up at where the bird had been perched.”I don’t know,” replied his companion with a shrug.”But something tells me we should keep going.”