I knew it had to be a screaming child, and had to represent the moment when our conscious mind doesn’t exist. I chose a triptych to represent a feeling of a forced divide and decided on a primitive rendition of a child.
Here is the sketchbook drawing and then the final painting, which is acrylic on wood.
He is trying to hide, but he cannot escape seeing the horror. The white of his face represents innocence, but also fear, and is the colour of mourning and death in the middle east. The landscape is a desert of camouflage.
stay tuned for The Mother: Part Four