The Frequency Of Silence: Several alarms are set for five in the morning

Here, at five in the morning, everything is different. The sound of the piercing wind and the shifting of lifeless feet echo through a silent city.

I painted this when everything was reduced to pain, and I had set an alarm for five in the morning—for someone who was never going to be there again. Someone who had fought for a new and free world, only to face nothing but an ending at the gallows.

Here, it is not suicide but execution—one without a count.