Thank goodness for the survival stories, but as we all know, we've only seen the tip of the iceberg of this tragedy. The 60 Minutes piece last night was particularly - and appropriately - gruesome: bodies in heaps, bodies exploding from decay, amputations performed on children with hacksaws and vodka. I wish there was some way to photograph the dead and tag the bodies so that, despite the current need for mass graves, there would be some way for the survivors to have a semblance of closure down the line. Given the need for Civil War-era surgical techniques, that's clearly a logistical impossibility. And it's all just heartbreaking.
We've all probably sent many $10 90999/HAITI texts to the Red Cross by now, but it would be great to keep up the practice - even after the news crews go home. Maybe a few texts for each pay check? That's my plan.
(Above: The first oil painting I ever did - in 1994 - based on a tiny, grainy black and white image of the Presidential Palace in Port-au-Prince that I found in my '80s-era World Book Encyclopedia. Last week was the first time I actually saw it in its full grandeur - in the before shots illustrating its utter destruction after the quake. My god, it was beautiful).