by H Schlagen
A memory of my father from WW2. When he was fourteen in 1945 he was near the frontline. Some day he discovered a young soldier lying dead by the brook. He told me that he looked so alive but the dew on his fine hair was irritating.
Categories: Work • Tags: brook, dew, soldier, water plant, ww2, young
by H Schlagen
Until now I only use white gouache, black ink and black chalk.
Categories: My Blakean Year • Tags: aquaduct, siblings, soldier
by H Schlagen
Categories: My Blakean Year • Tags: hypnose, soldier
by H Schlagen
Categories: My Blakean Year • Tags: soldier, stalker, tarkowski, tschernobyl
by H Schlagen
Categories: My Blakean Year • Tags: general, obey, order, slave, soldier, submission
by H Schlagen
Categories: My Blakean Year • Tags: me262, sniper, soldier, werkzeug der macht
by H Schlagen
Categories: My Blakean Year • Tags: ass, holy cross, preparation, soldier
