Beauty is in the eye of the Boozeholder
I call this piece of work Emptiness. In a sense, it is both beautiful and sad at the same time. Beautiful, because one can only imagine the lucious brown liquids that once flowed among the now silent ice cubes, yet the colors and textures left behind are warm and inviting. Sad, because there are two freakin' empty glasses there and the bartender still hasn't noticed! Who the heck do I have to sleep with to get some service around here?!?! Who? You? Well...alright then...