| He sits, this enemy of old and paints with bold strokes and a steadiness that belies his physical infirmity. A surprise and delight as my eyes are drawn to the image depicted on his canvas; to the reality created with paint, not with war. And I wonder if we… ©Anthony W. Pahl 15 July 2002 |
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