It’s hard to see any movement made. One would hope whatever movement there was went in some positive direction (whatever that means).
Someone asked what it was like to be a military brat? My answer is that the lesson is that everyone is different. Everyone is the same.
So is each moment–each day.
One wonders who am I that I was not? Who am I that endures?
The Spirit of the Dead Watching
oil on canvas
72.4 × 92.4 cm (28.5 × 36.4 in.)
Albright-Knox Art Gallery, Buffalo, New York, USA