I was thinking of my late father. He was from “the greatest generation.” He and thousands of others left the comfort of home and fought for freedom loving people during World War II. He spent time in Italy. Luckily he wasn’t hurt during his time there, but many others on both sides laid down their lives. I have walked through cemeteries in America and Europe where rows of crosses stand. Many young men never went home to their mothers and fathers, their wives, their children and their friends.
This painting was done to make some kind of statement. I’ll leave it up to you to decide what the statement is.