Well, a small section of a work in progress- the bit that can be caught on the scanner bed.
I’m working on this painting for a politically-themed show. Originally sparked by Mark Twain’s brilliant short work The War Prayer, I found myself looking through a box of my grandfather’s World War I stuff for inspiration. Among a bleak report from the division sanitary inspector ( the unwrapped French bread was loved by American soldiers but always getting unloaded on the muddy ground) , a brief history of the operations of the 1st division, and a June 19, 1918 memo on the exorbitant price of French foodstuffs, I found a poem. 52 type-written lines organized in 3 stanzas are written about “The Other Bird,” the guy on the supply side who wishes he was fighting. The last half of the last stanza:
I crave to take these burning youths
By their soft and tender hands
And lead ’em to the scene of hell
That’s bound by moral hands.
But it’s too late now and they’re going back
These boys from the S.O.S.
They’ll be our heroes from “Over there,”
And we’ll stay till we rot, I guess.
What a post, the image and the poem are very deep. I love the way you have done the painting that I can see 🙂
Thanks so much, Jafabrit. I’ll try to post a photo of the entire painting once it’s done.