Post War Peace

My last large canvass was a 9 by 5 foot oil I painted in the fruit cellar of my basement. The space was so tight that I was never more than two feet from the images I portrayed. It wasn’t until six months later that I pulled the sheet from the dark walls to reveal the work in its entirety.  The journey from the start was a  therapeutic exercise of my reactions to the effects of war.  I was dealing with PTSD in an isolated confined space where I felt safe.  When asked how I felt when I finished it, my response was:

“I don’t know if the painting will ever be done”


Painting progress

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