A signal fire rises on the ridge, calling tired souls to wither. One rejects the light; to him it is malignant. The other’s eyes are fixed; how can warmth be malignant?
The title of this piece is “Strange Meeting,” after World War I poet Wilfred Owen’s poem of the same name. In Owen’s poem, a dead soldier descends into hell and meets an enemy who he had killed. I depicted the man on the left inspired by the line, “with piteous recognition in fixed eyes,” while the man on the right looks past him to the light.