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Artspark #153

War, and the pity of war

Notes for a picture I may never finish.

Background - a ruined landscape, the shells of houses.  In one broken window a brightly coloured curtain flutters raggedly, bravely.  Above, in a sky lit with a smoky redness, the ghostly grins of politicians, self-satisfied, and their dead, dead eyes.

Middle distance, right - a pieta.  A woman holds a dead or dying young man in her lap, his head thrown back so that his gaze is towards the red sky and the grinning policians.  He wears a uniform, but his face is almost that of a child.

Foreground - a broken doll.  A rag doll  lies sprawled awkwardly, one arm detached and lying some distance away.  Her sewn face is still fixed in its smile.

Crossposted to artspark



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Sep. 24th, 2006 11:33 pm (UTC)
This sounds like a very powerful, very sad image. I don't know you very well yet ... so I don't know your interests and hobbies and stuff ... but I hope you mean *literally* that you're thinking of doing a picture of that image because I'd love to see it.
Sep. 27th, 2006 12:35 pm (UTC)
I'm thinking of doing the picture, but I don't have the skill to do it as I would like it.

I've started dabbling a little with painting, but if something turns out well it's much more by luck than judgement, and seldom anything like what I set out to paint.

I've started a few sketches for this - if it gets any further I'll let you know.
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