Warheads

The horror, the horror. The pain stares right back at you, burning right through you. Barbed wire stitched and splashed in front, no access, no escape.

Silent scream, stagnant. inaudible only the aftermath, heads piled high, the haunted gaunt crying out.

These are details of a drawing I made around November 2008, a mixture of compulsion, struggle and fustration took hold of me on a large scale. The outcome is reminiscent but not related to images of the atrocities during the Second World War.

Starting this drawing the only idea I had in mind was to draw a pile of heads, everything else afterwards was random.