The human race can be so creative if it puts its mind to it. Yet so many do not bother and we can also be such a destructive animal. When I look at the world of greed and war and self interest, I sometimes despair as I can't understand why the rest of the world can't see this as well. No matter how old I get, I still feel the same. OK, I'm not perfect, no one is, and I often regret things, but at least I am aware of what is happening and can try. This painting is about my tears for the loss of what humanity could be.