When I began to dig over the weed thick ground for my vegatable garden the task seemed immense. However as the rectangle patches of the dug earth grew I imagined them army columns advancing across the plain. I made a quick picture trying to embody this fantastic narative and e-mailed it to friends.
8 years ago after the 9-11 attack I drew this picture after working in the garden. It desribes the horror and incapacity I felt whilst I moved rocks about the garden.