This is the fourth of five drawings with gun powder, torch, and wood burner that I've done. The fifth one isn't done yet, but it is called Diana and Her Hound. It is beautiful, and I hope to finish it without wrecking it. This drawing, Tankers' Nightmare, has heavy content for me, but I feel safe sharing here--just as I did at the Gathering I attended.
I, and perhaps every person who has sat in a tank, is the guy on the left who is struggling with the two demons, friends and family. How do we atone for death and misdeeds when we die in battle? How do we help others who die there sleep peacefully? Where does that energy go?
The tank is in the center at the bottom, and the faces just appeared as I made the drawing. I accentuated the faces at the bottom because I thought the drawing needed it.