Weirdly, when I tried to connect food with my art style, I thought of crows. I mean... I'm usually thinking of crows. What I really mean is that it reminded me of the time I caught a bunch of crows digging through a dumpster. But they weren't just digging through a dumpster, they were standing in a line, waiting their turn. One crow goes in, one crow comes out and goes to the back of the line. Did they learn that from us? Did we learn that from them? Is queuing just a natural conclusion we come to for some reason of efficiency? Fairness? Peacekeeping?
This painting "Queue" is available in the shop!