My Grandfather’s War


My grandfather slept on rocks. I keep his journal by me because it speaks to me of courage and fortitude and, like my way of painting, ties me to my ancestors. One day, during the three years I spent working on a series of still-life paintings of the contents of my grandfather’s trunk, I took Ike’s watch and tapped it gently on the edge of the table. All of a sudden it started, stunned out of its coma. I felt this to be the nature of my whole endeavor, bringing back to life objects and experiences that had remained stored away for many years.