Ink, enamel, crayon on polyester
My memory of a story as told.
I choose to document real comments conveyed to me by past service people.
It is these simple recollections, never recorded, that with the passing of time are lost forever.
Ross Smith 2/3rd Pioneers, spoke one day about the difficulty of sleeping in the forests of Tarakan “no sooner had you nodded off than the darn monkeys would wake us up “
In this work the monkeys represent the horrors, the daily nightmare of not just surviving but trying to lead a normal existence in a war zone.
Sadly Ross is no longer with us, but I can only hope that this work helps to memorialise his service to us all .