What is it like to live half in this world, half in that other place? That other place that took so much of who you once were.
Now you are here and here is where you must live. Exist.
On a canvas I painted one man’s inner world as seen through his eyes; his journey with the help of his horse to a place of peace. War strips us of the pretty pretences of life, it gifts us a reality and an understanding of what is essential to being human. I think that is why so many view Veterans as dangerous: Veterans see what a person truly is behind the smoke and mirrors, behind the pomp and insincere whisperings, the wall paper trappings of society. Paper thin and pretentious has no place sitting beside a man or woman who has served.