The Pity of War
A generation that had gone to school on a horse-drawn streetcar stood under the open sky, after WWI, in a countryside in which nothing remained unchanged but the clouds, and beneath these clouds, in a field of forces of destructive torrents and explosions, was the tiny, fragile human life.
—Walter Benjamin
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L’Hirondelle, 2015
Oil on canvas, 72 x 72″
Through a…