August 6, 1945 • 8:15 a.m.
They told me about Hiroshima. I don’t know how old I was, still a child, perhaps a very young adolescent; I was absolutely stunned. What could possibly have justified the horrific event in which 150,000 civilians were incinerated by a weapon nicknamed “Little Boy” delivered by an airplane fancifully named “Enola Gay?”
(The photos I used in the cyanotype process of this work are from “Flash of Light Wall of Fire,” Japanese photographs documenting the Atomic Bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, published August 2020.)