Me, my rifle and my nephew.

She holds childhood in one arm, resistance in the other. The smile on her face isn't naive: it's courage. It's tenderness with a rifle.

We don't know if she's a mother, a sister, a neighbor. We don't know if she would ever see the child again after that photo. But we do know that this photograph, now a painting, holds a truth invisible to history books : This painting doesn't show war. It shows what war tries to erase: humanity.

Technique: Oil

Support: Canvas

Measurements: 180 X 180 cm

Date of completion: 2013