When I started to paint, the first figure to emerge was that of a soldier. I could see the metal helmet, the hand gripping a weapon. I wanted to recoil from the harshness. It wasn’t an image to be created. So I kept going, and slowly it changed. The figure softened. Hints of angels appeared. The weapon became an offering of light. War turned to peace. Would it were so easy in this world where we live.
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Jude, this is a really lovely piece! The way in which the figure emerges from and blends in with the white paper is so interesting. I also like the metamorphosis story.
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