8 x 10 inches; Oil on Board
 
Driving to work at dawn on a misty morning in dense traffic, everything was blue gray except the glowing red from hundreds of brake lights. It entered my mind that the cars were the horrible eye of a golem figure, wreaking destruction upon the city like Godzilla. The golem consumes itself in the process. It became a metaphor for war, while destroying another, one destroys themselves.