I read somewhere that visual artists are caught between an external world and their product- be it a painting/sculpture/production- which is an external product of the world. Artist's don't know, and perhaps they are searching, for who they are somewhere in the air between life and art.
This image gets to me because the sky is SO blue... like nothing traumatic has ever happened. The world just keeps on spinning and time passes. Flowers eventually grow on battlefields.
acrylic on canvas 9 x 12 inches.
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