Vanka’s murals through a different set of eyes

The Holy Mother intervenes between gas-masked soldiers wielding rifles with bayonets. She breaks one of the bayonets. Mustard gas clouds obscure the battlefield. A woman hangs lifeless from a cross in dirty white garb, chained by her hands and feet. She might be a nurse or a nun. I can’t tell. Mary, dressed in loud … Continue reading Vanka’s murals through a different set of eyes