It's still a dark place; occupying a dark space in many a memory.
I often wonder about transcending the history of mankind; his trials and tribulations, His momentary and fleeting life spans.
The Moon is a constant; a portal. It is the same orb that transcends time throughout the ages.
Its a link between the past, present, and future. It was present then, as it is now, and will be around, looking over our shoulders, long after we are gone.
Nothing is new under the sun, yet everything is old under the Moon.
When will it sink in that we are always being watched?
Full Moon Over Auschwitz
10x20 oil/canvas 2010
Collection of the Artist