For some time now I have struggled with the juxtaposition of art and war. Sometimes a stark black and white photo isn't enough of a dramatization of war. I believe that the effects of war and conflict become more dramatic when juxtaposed with something beautiful. It is more of a reminder that with death and destruction we forever lose the beauty that is life. Is there life after death? Perhaps, but I can imagine nothing more beautiful than what I witness on this planet. I, for one, would rather spend my moments living a beautiful life just in case the end is really the end. Each image in the series will have a different look, dependent wholly upon my emotions at the time of creation. No image is meant to malign the victims, but rather bring a new perspective on the constant cycle of destruction by humankind.