Perhaps a nightmare? Daymare? Bubbles in the air; stars in the eyes; orbs aplenty; undersea or oversky? where oh where do these crows fly?
Oh well, perhaps it's the color, the form, the shapes? Up there; in the corner; is that Starry Night? A glimpse of Van Gough? A splash of Kadinsky flows in yellow perhaps? A flowing smoothness of Arp? Are these crows luminist? What's their angle? Why don't they fly straight?
I know; I know; I finally understand! Is a study of form over function? No, perhaps not; I'm quite addled; lost; nothing to say. Guess I'll stop today.