I spend a fair amount of time thinking about war and its impact on landscapes. Aside from devastating human casualties and the irreparable loss of infrastructure and precious historical sites, the earth itself bears the wounds of conflict.
On a particularly dark week, I pictured this earth as a woman continuously embroiled in violence, until her foundations crumbled, leaving her spreadeagled on the ground.
In her dying breaths, her very life force managed to escape from her in billowing clouds, and momentarily lingered in the air before plunging back into the ground in the hopes of regenerating a dying landscape.
The paint strokes on this limestone were circular and cyclical, representative of the cycle of life and death, destruction and regeneration.