Once again Huong takes on the harsh realities of War. A woman with a belly of grief and rage. The woman, with all her maternal strength and anguish, embraces her burden-the bones of the men killed in War. Her brother, her father, her son. Flesh of her flesh, bones of her bones. The Universal Mother. A Pieta. In War and in grief we are all of the same species.

The woman is transfixed as a child wraps himself around her. In the child's eyes is the piteous recognition that the end is near, that death is just a stone away. That soon his bones will be joined with the others. Pieces of death

War casts a bloody shadow. Its stain upon the earth so deep, it will gush out on the other side of the world, on the other side of life. Someone else's treasure.

We carry each other's bones. Their bones are our burden.

Text By, Sandi Wicina, Curator of Arts
©2004. Art, War, and Peace Museum.