When we think of disaster, we often think of the actual event...the actual disaster. The storm, the fire, the explosion, the crash...the war. We sit awe-eyed at the TV, watching the events unfold, watching people run and cry...connecting with their emotion, hoping for help..wishing for an end to the terror, but thankful it's not us. The days pass...the news stories shift...and, eventually, the disaster is forgotten. The disaster is over... But it's not.
it's only over for those of us safely watching at home...those only aware as the media feeds us images and stories. When Simon Cowell kicks someone off X-factor, our attentions shift. When the president or his opponent has a slip of the tongue, it means they don't care about the country and we freak out. We continue our daily routine, confident we still care about humanity, but ignorant to the ongoing pain and suffering. Even in the forest fires of our own country, once we had a story or two, we continued to complain about our own drought and dryness, forgetting that our houses still exist, that the area we inhabit is still there, able to be lived in.
We all want to see the car crash but avoid the messy aftermath...This is Post-war.
And though the actual piece is only 12x24"...I'd love to do an extremely detailed and in-depth huge version sometime...
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