Seen several photos of soldiers of all nations, posing beside artillery shells with writings and greetings on them. Easy to imagine, little humour to counter all that horrid business. Sometimes mind just works that way.
So much machinery! I'm a coward about painting non-organic shapes. This is so well-done, especially that delicately-rendered wheel? valve? on the left, with the white highlights. The palette and style of the whole piece made me initially think it was in watercolor, until I clicked on the thumbnail. Or is it mixed media?
This picture made me think strongly of a poem I read yesterday: Ammunition Column, by Gilbert Frankau. The first line is "I am only a cog in a giant machine, a link of an endless chain," and it's definitely about that whole concept of being stuck in a neverending cycle of fighting.