Feeding Frenzy
2001 - Oil on Canvas - 18" x 24"
a
dead wasteland
eats away at me
the quiet is deafening
the soldier-man
from a war long ago
never leaves his post
he forgot it's all over
he won't let me go
he won't let me play
why do I have this guard?
he's just in my head
he imprisons me
in barren sands
that consume
and savor me in a
quiet feeding frenzy
-
poem and painting derived
from a disturbing dream.
In this dream, a soldier
from a past era was tormenting
me. Though he didn't look
like my grandfather, I knew
that it was his spirit inside
that was possessing the
soldier and controlling
him, like he did me as a
child. Just like in real
life then, it was eating
away at me in the dream,
leaving me with a dead,
barren feeling.
