I don’t know if I ever told y'all about this, but my great-grandma Vera was a painter; she painted mostly landscapes her whole life. She taught me how to paint and draw and she was really important to me as a kid. She passed away at the age of 98 a few weeks ago. A few days before she died, I found this painting in my room. When I asked my grandma (her daughter) about it, she told me the story. Apparently, my grandmother and her parents were on nuclear lockdown at some point-some kind of practise test or something (this was deep into the Cold War, and even in canada shit was looking grim). My great grandma Vera, being the incredible optimist she was, painted this landscape of what she imagined the world would look like after what they then thought was the inevitable nuclear blasts. It was really chilling to me, stepping out into the Glowing Sea in fallout 4. The similarities between that and the painting are uncanny. It’s easy to forget how close to reality that nuclear Hellscape has come before.