V. Puzirkov; The Black Sea Marines
The War Through Artists’ Eyes
Last night, while eating Mexican, a fierce thunderstorm struck. I’d arrive at the restaurant by motorcycle on a beautiful early fall evening & was dressed for a day at the beach. I drove home in the dark along long country roads in the midst of cold rain, hail & gusty winds. I imagine I felt just like these guys. Y’know, I imagine myself to be someone who thrills in that kind of adventure. But I’m not.