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 L’Hirondelle, 2015Oil on canvas, 72 x 72″ Through a... » Read more about: The Pity of War »