I have been keeping a visual war diary for several years now, filling sketch books with watercolour or ink and wash drawings in response to the endlessly devastating news on television in the evenings.
It gets ever more impossible to respond in any way that remotely reflects the ruined lives of survivors from the increasing number of war zones, let alone the millions who have died. But I feel I need to pay some sort of homage to the women and their families who have seen their homes and communities destroyed, and the injustice of modern warfare which brings so much suffering to non-combatants.
My homage does not pretend to express anything of the terrible reality on the ground, it can only be an outlet for my own grief at the indifferent brutality of man. My own soul wishes to flee from the horror of it all. But there is nowhere to go: the world is a small place now and doesn't everything that happens on earth implicate us all everywhere?
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www.bridgetheriz.co.uk
