(47 ins. x 46 ins., acrylic on paper )
This painting is about examining/feeling the past so we are free to make peace in the present.
We were the coattails generation of the late 1960s. In 1968 we were fourteen years old. Too young to be players on the frontline protests of the Vietnam War. Too old to be unaware of the strife.
We rode into adulthood on the coattails of a generation five years older. Our young minds had no mental infrastructure that experience gives on which to place the trauma of war. We quashed our confusion by staying on the sidelines as we watched the older teenagers raise hell about the Vietnam War.