Night has fallen.
The Blue canvas originally had Clara Barton
painted when I threw it in the corner. Months later, I started to
repaint Clara, but she had become me. I’m crouching, holding
paintbrushes. I had set out to paint the inside of Clara’s
mind, but somewhere along the way my own memories butted in. The
mummified cat at my feet was found many years ago under a house
where I lived; the first dead person I saw was a torso. At the end
of the war, Clara recounted a night when bodies were stretched out
in an endless line on piles of straw and all she could think was
what if the wax from her candle were to drip down and ignite them
all? One identifier, a small figure in the background, holds a candle
— the only flicker of hope in the painting. At my feet, another
candle has ignited a letter to myself, listing the dates of the
painting September 2001 to April 2002.
Barton | Soldiers
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