I had to paint this. Say a little symbolic something, even if real life is much more cruel. I read in the Svenska Dagbladet (March 31, 2014) about a place named Tangshan in China, where the pear trees are dying from all the pollution spewed from the steel factories. And when the pear trees don't grow pears, the farmers have nothing to farm. They they have to find work at the steel factory.
Ink-and-aqua, letter size. Detail: Pears and farmers in tears. --- We live on the same planet, and the toxic clouds that are murdering fruit in China are also threatening you and me. We are all pears.