Groping in the Dark
    Just as the blind man gropes in the darkness, during my years in the concentration camp, I too desperately hoped to find my way out of the darkest depths of a living hell--while the smell of burning flesh drifted from the crematorium--and just like the bare trees standing alone in the silence of night, I was stripped of my dignity and humanity--but not my will to live...and wondered, would I ever reach the light to freedom, so far in the distance?
original medium - oil size - 20" x 24" copyright 2001 Back to the Gallery

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