I believe in the inevitability of war. No matter how far we progress as a society or to what extent peace is sought, ultimately someone wants what someone else has, and so it begins again. War offers promises of grandeur and improvement; the reality is it kills the winners and losers. My essays explore the ramifications of war in my past. My photographs attempt to turn horror and despair to reveal another side of war that may cause the viewer to say, “But war can be beautiful and seductive.”
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
My husband says you have become my friends. Can I have friends who are dead?
I know a lot about the wall of you, albeit dressed alike. One West Pointer after another - the Long Gray Line.
In your yearbook every one of you has condensed four years of your life into a paragraph.
I know the activities in which you participated:
I know your nicknames:
I know one of you piloted "Puff the Magic Dragon".
I know one of you thought Cam Rahn Bay was in North Jersey.
I know one of you was my grandfather; one of you was my father.