Description
I was looking around my studio thinking about my collection of old 1971 posters from vintage head shops and anti-war movements, and I wanted to paint a piece that emulates that exact era. Ironically, this piece turned out not far off from the state of our world today.
It depicts the quiet aftermath of a conflict, where a community is navigating a world that has been forever altered. The scene captures a somber, lingering moment with figures moving through a haze, walking in a collective daze along a rain-slicked city corridor. Towering vertical brushstrokes bleed down the canvas in deep crimson and muted teal, blurring the lines between memory and the harsh reality of a scarred city. It is a deep exploration of resilience, survival, and the heavy stillness that follows a storm.
This painting also resides in a wonderful place within the pages of my children’s book, Wackadoodle the Poodle where there is a life lesson that we all need to be reminded of.