The painting attempts, may I speak boldly, a radical act of empathy in depicting representative aspects of the Japanese-American experience at Seabrook, New Jersey.
I had heard the stories and looked at the pictures and tried to do justice to the exquisite feelings behind them. Panoramic in style, it is intended as much as celebration as it is documentation, celebration of human victory. I was initially unsure of my approach and proceeded, quoting Ishmael Reed, like a quilt maker, patch by patch but lovingly knitted.
Acrylic, collage, pencil and crayon (30 × 40 in)
