While my life is going through reset at least one unexpected thing came out of it. My son found a couple of pictures in the attic. They were old but in decent shape and brought back some fond memories. Why you ask?

I painted them during a war. A war that I took part in.

Both of these were painted during Desert Storm. They’re made of watercolor and the remnants of my canteen water. I was 20 years old and drew everything I saw.

But the rest were stolen in South Korea. These are the last remaining pieces of mine from that long ago.

Hope you like them!