The strong winds of the spring begin to cascade about me. With each step I took forward it seemed as though the world was trying to hold me back from where I was heading. There was no way that I could give up; not now. Not after I've made it this far. Each land I've seen began to blur together like the many streaks of clouds on the horizon, yet managed to stand out from one another like people running through a crowd. Each map I read, each path I took, every step I left behind brought me closer to something. I wasn't sure what, but I just wanted to get there. Eventually, the sun began to slowly sink beneath the horizon and I knew I had to find a place to camp. Suddenly, I heard a sharp, clanging sound in the distance. It was a sharp and abrupt sound, like bullets hitting a tank. I knew it was a bad idea, but I moved closer to the sounds, I was granted a haunting sight. Metal fragments of tanks and machines were scattered across a vast field. Flames and explosions decorated the skies with crimson flares as if the night itself bled from the battle's wounds. Bloody shards of glass and steel still shined under the lights of war while the ever present shrieks of pain and groans clogged the night like a wave of sorrow. I moved cautiously through the war field, with each step carrying me through the slaughter. Machines were destroyed, men were lost, survivors cried and fires burned. Yet, one did not. Off in the distance she stood. A female figure illuminated by the flames. Her crimson hair almost seemed to sear the air as it licked the wind as if they were fire themselves. She stood apart from the rest, unmoving; un-phased by the events that transpired before her. Within her mind were events that no one should be exposed to, images too horrid for others to witness. Whoever she was and whatever mercy she once shared, had long since dissolved on the battlefield. All she could do now, was simply silence the fights once and for all. Battlefield, created by *aditya777, presents us with a world strewn by war and chaos, yet presents it in a twilit gaze of an onlooker. While there are a few things that could improve it, there's plenty to think about when giving this piece a look.
To begin with, the art-style has its own personal appeal to it that others don't quite capture. There's a very dream-like element within that makes the piece seem like it’s on another plane as if its floating on through the mind of the viewer rather than a canvas. This is accentuated by the varied use of color in the image that ads more depth to the relatively simplistic compositional structure of the piece.
Now while the simplistic design is somewhat interesting, there are still a few things that could do with some fixing. For example, the piece could really do with more attention to detail, more specifically on the background elements. The primary subject of the piece looks good enough, but so much of the detailing and quality goes down as soon as your eye travels elsewhere on the piece. If the elements were a bit more fleshed out, it would definitely bring out that much more in the piece's composition. Another thing that could be worked on should you revisit it, would definitely be building on the overall scale of the piece. Rather than a portrait style, make it more of a landscape design. Bring out more of the eponymous battlefield that the piece wanted to bring out.
The perceptions of war and conflict are always at arms with our minds. Our thoughts blend with our environment, altering each and every aspect that we see in our everyday lives, slowly becomes less and less recognizable from fiction. Is what we move through the real life, or is it merely a perceived view of a growing battlefield about us? In some ways, Battlefield tried to convey the same thoughts through its composition, but it was missing just that extra edge. Perhaps after some time, the battle can be revisited and become that much more glorious of a spectacle. Good work, Aditya.