NIGHT PATROL, 2012
Ink brush, white gouache
36.6 x 26 inches
"He remembered looking around when he dived into that dugout and seeing only two Americans and all the rest Limeys. Just a flash of them just a thought of them the blackness.“
(From: "Johnny got his gun“, Kensington Publishing Corp.)
At night, the lone soldier stalks through unknown terrain. Even a harmless injury could become dangerous. The longer the war lasted, the worse the medical care became. All this had been foreseeable, but in the ranks of the European elites an almost apocalyptic longing had prevailed even before the war began. They had clearly foreseen the catastrophe of war, without wanting to take any countermeasures.