Here's what the real painting turned out like. I ended up working off a very bad photo I took last week at the opening of Art Town of the 4th Street Marching Band. Death was just a guy on stilts, and the guy in the left corner an observer. Even though it was nothing like I had originally thought about, it ended up being closer to what was really going on inside my head about death and how life is a valley always overshadowed by death, and that's not always morbid, but can, at times, be extremely comforting.
