I, FOR ONE , FELT A COLD WIND;/ SOMETHING UNKNOWN; THE FEVER OF FEAR; A/ TEMPEST IN THE SOUL; MOVING WAS AT A STANDSTILL;/ THINGS WERE BACKWARDS, EVEN LANGUAGE, WITH/ PRECISE LETTERS, TURNED ABOUT; THE CIRCLE COMING/ OVER ITSELF. REASON, I THOUGHT, IS NOW ONLY/ IN THE PAST, NO MEMORY OUTSIDE OF IMMEDIATE/ REACTION REMAINED; OH GOD. THE SLATE WAS CLEAN./ AS A MATTER OF FACT , ALL WAS TRANSFERRED. HOWEVER , / IT WAS NOT EVIDENT , AT FIRST. AWARENESS, TOO, HAD/ A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE; DO YOU REMEMBER HOW/ IT WAS? YOU KNOW: THE NARROWING EFFECT? WELL,/ IN PRESENT VISION, INCOMPARABLE DISTORTIONS WERE/ SCATTERED IN ALL DIRECTIONS. IT WAS AS IF THE/ OLD ORDER OF MATTER WAS RECONSTITUTED; NOW,/ THERE WAS DISORDER IN MIND, YES, A COLLECTIVE/ SENSE OF IMPENDING CHAOS; EVENTS INTRUDING, OVERWHELMING/ CHILLING;/ EARTH WAS REMOVED; THE JUMBLING, JUMBLING, JUMBLING EFFECT;/YET, MIRACULOUSLY, IT WAS REPLACED; PIECE BY PIECE BY PIECE;/ IT CAME LIKE A TORRENT OVER A MOUNTAIN PRECIPICE; THE/ FLASHING CASCADING CRESCENDO, LIKE A THOUSAND SHOOTING STARS;/ THEY FLEW RANDOMLY; AND THE KALIEDESCOPE TRANSFORMED MY IMPRESSIONS./ IT CONFIRMED, INCREDIBLY, THAT SOME FRAGMENT/ OF WHAT I WAS, REMAINED; I WAS ASTONISHED, THE TOTALITY/ HAD FALLEN SHORT! HOW COULD THAT BE? GOD/ IN HEAVEN DEMANDED MORE? I ASSUMED THIS./ AGAIN THE THAT CONVICTION WAS INCONCLUSIVE; IT/ WAS EARTHBOUND; AND FINALLY, I KNEW: MY/ SOUL WAS SEPARATE: I CANNOT DEFINE THIS; I/ SHALL NOT TRY.

drawing from life:
Medium: litho crayon
Size: 16" x 20"
Title: Normandy, battalion headquarters, 1945