The stories of this picture go on and on. It's generational.
I held the image in my mind for 10 years, from the time in the 1980's when for the first time a close friend died of AIDS. I had been touched by the rallying of the community of friends, all Volunteers in the '60's, who had drifted apart by then. I finally made the painting shortly before a silent-meditation retreat in New Mexico, where I found myself at Los Alamos/Bandalier on the 50th anniversary of the dropping of the atom bomb on Hiroshima.
When I returned to my studio I found that I'd painted the landscape of that part of the world before having gone there.
That bomb and Hap were both born in the 1940's, I was born in the 1950's, said Community in the 1960's, AIDS in the 1970's, the depicted events in the 1980's... and the painting made in the 1990's.

In the Landscape version, the dying man is the Los Alamos installation, his comforter the ancient Anasazi land surrounding it which is now called Bandalier National Monument (park) and up around Taos are the folks at the table: conferring... under artificial light

Purple Folded Mountains (1945-1995)
(1995) 36"x42"/92x107cm (Oil on canvas)

Purple Folded Mountains (1945-1995)