There is a picture, that keeps following me now for about several weeks night and day. Its "connected" with a song and a little tale I heard, dreamed of or whatever. A couple of hundreds of years ago, when british fought in war, they had a strict 'way' of doing this. The opponents lined up in blocks, face to face and started marching against each others. Young boys, playing a drum, where in the first line and did the paste. They must have been the bravest ever, and - as far as I am informed, the youngest, mostly Kids. The Picture that keeps on shining up in my head, is a situation after the battle. One sees the field, but no bodies, just anything else but the bodies, and in the focus is this broken, abused and worn out drum. The only way of getting rid of this picture seems to be to write it, rhyme it or - well, try to draw it. But I am lost. I am not able to model a sandy field with little hills and moulds, nor is there a clue, how to "end" this picture.
Please don`t get me wrong, I don`t ask anybody to finnish what I started, just some hints would be very helpful and very much appreciated. The attached picture really does not belong in the Gallery, but this is the place where you people are. Because my native language is german, I am not sure about the accuracy of the description so any misunderstanding is absolutely on my side.
Yours
Tom
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