The World is a Foxhole
1942 - 1943
The war weighed heavily on my mind after my escape from that reality to the safety and remoteness of New York. To this haven came other refugees. Many artists from Europe became my acquaintances. The World is a Foxhole was among my works reflecting this situation. The thoughts of a soldier in a foxhole: a red rag atop a pole–a signal of hope and despair.