In the attempt to cede as little ground as possible regarding my views, I decided to attempt something that could either be very poor taste or ... something. If - instead of placing a flower in the barrel of a gun - you were to instead replace the gun with a flower, what would that suggest?
This is what I asked myself in the midst of creating a piece whose feel is categorically different. While the photo was never purely historical record (for there is a perspective in the pilot's smirk and the jagged teeth of the planes behind him), it becomes a statement that suggests it is possible to re-adjoin oneself. To re-convene again with the purest, most essential nature of mankind.
Or, perhaps, it merely suggests that one ought to look to one's ammunition for war comes from all sources. I haven't entirely decided yet.
What do you think?
[OOC NOTE: I didn't make these. Wish I did, in fact, but one must give credit where credit is due. Aren't they intriguing? I wish I'd have thought of it!]