Working for forty-five minutes, using a salvaged piece of west coast timber, buckets of sand from nearby Spanish Banks, six Desert Storm shirts purchased from an army surplus store, a hammer, some nails, and the sound of pow-wow music emanating from my truck, I set out to make, to build, to destroy, and to raise my thoughts about war. Driving nails through the camouflage fabric and into what used to be a majestic tree—I assaulted, soothed and shaped a personal version of a memorial pole with the setting sun and then working in the headlights of my own vehicle… making, making always war.
Making Always War: Rebecca Belmore, Stride Gallery, 2008
Photo credit: Oker Chen