32" x 48" oil on panel
I met a guy in Berlin, Pier...Pier was a great guy. German with a French name...
Pier for some reason reminded me of my father, strange because pier was 15 years younger than I.
I hope I'm not describing some classic Freudian thing and don't know it.....
Anyway,Pier smoked in the same way my father did or maybe a lot of people smoke this way...
My father, a U.S. Army sergeant, career military man smoked camels every day of his life.
I grew up around military personnel. When I saw Pier smoke I had this image 'Soldier Smoking'.
When soldiers smoke they hold their body position inward, the action is tense and pensive .
My father would take the final drag on the Camel in this way directly before an uncomfortably task.
Soldiers live life under command, following orders, completing the mission. Their are a lot of words for it, pressure.
In the life of a solider and many people,,,an uncomfortable task may be so distasteful, so
unconscionably wrong that to do it,to summon the will, to maintain a balance between body action
and the psyche, one must fill the body with poison...
The military is full of honorable men in a dishonorable business. The world is full of
honorable men forced to live in a world of petty greed and corruption.
Lucky for us their is no shortage of poison to help us swallow it down. Keep us in balance.