The Son: Part Five
Initially I thought I would do something along the lines of what Frida Kahlo did with the veins reaching from my heart to his. Naw!!!!!!!! That wasn't working, then bingo I thought of pfc.molly, the marines bulldog mascot. When my son graduated in Parris Island the bulldog came out on the parade ground in full uniform. I thought if I have a protective loving hand on the dog it might protect my son while wearing the uniform of the USMC. Since it is about my child and not the man, the marine, I did a painting based on a photo of him when he was little. I know he looks Harry Potterish, but that is the price you pay when you have a brit mum :) 
Sorry about the quality of the photo being a bit dark, but I think you get the gist of it. I painted the reflection of the Iraqi child in one frame of his glasses, a portent of what might be.
Stay tuned for The Conclusion
Comments
I can't wait to see all the panels together! Are you just now painting these? Or are these already finished?
Mental isn't it?
I can look at this and know that this boy will grow up to face horror and yet retain his morality, (and loyalty, with the dog) and that is due to his mother's hand. A mother's hand, for good or for ill, remains with a child forever. I too, can't wait to see them all together.
Man, you are good.