I’ve always been enchanted by Henry Wallis’s 1856 painting, The Death of Chatterton. The colors, the gorgeous landscape, the extreme sense of melancholy, and tragedy have always contributed to a sense of romance for me. Chatterton was a romantic poet who committed suicide by consuming arsenic – hence his blue complexion. Before ending his life, he destroyed all of his poems so that nothing of himself was left behind. When I was younger, and wrestling with self-destructive urges, I found this type of self-annihilation alluring, it seemed darkly romantic. Now, it seems a great tragedy that this young poet destroyed not only himself, but all of the beauty he might have left behind. I’ve added the crow as a bit of gallows humor because I think it’s necessary to get through this incredibly difficult journey we call life.