18" x 24" Oil
This is a painting of my first husband and I and how I felt vulnerable and pensive and scared during the time he was in Viet Nam. (I felt like when your a little kid and they did the air-raid drills and you would get under the desk with your arms over your head to protect yourself) He would write me letters and I would read them over and over till the next one came. My only thought was him and would he come home. I felt like a ballerina turning piroettes round and round dizzy in a vortex of worry and fears clinging to these letters as our only during this year. When Johnny was in the most serious situation of his life, he constantly stratagizing .
