I still vividly remember the poor women in Papua New Guinea, who are considered less valuable than pigs, and where rape, along with binge drinking, is the national tribal sport for men. One particular scene is etched in my mind, which happened when I went to a local weekly market outside of Mount Hagen in the Central Highlands. I was the only foreigner there and was a bit nervous surrounded by all the local tribesmen. Just then, out of the corner of my eye I saw a man kicking and beating his wife with a stick and she was screaming at the top of her lungs, but he didn't stop. Shockingly, no one even paid any attention to either the beating, or the woman, and when I started over towards her she caught my eye and gave me a quick, sad look, before three men jumped in front and motioned for me to go away. As I left, I could still hear her sobbing. I will never forget it and as soon as I could, I started working on this painting I called "Weeping woman".