The oppression and pain, forever in the art, resembles
humanity at its worst. Why? Why them? Why did agony become the common language
for a people? Humanity’s heart cried out and is tear-stained in this exhibit.
For those who deny that the tragedy that brought about these pictures,
sculptures, and paintings, look again. Don’t deny humanity’s remorse.
Zahraa Abikhodr
Such
tragic settings took place; concentration campsites built on rage.
A
promising artist, by the name of Zofia Stephen, drew beautiful pictures of
tortured women, showing that the eyes do not age.
Through
all the violence and torture, art was a way of expression, as medication, and
love was no option to treat depression.
In
the hour of suicide, clowns gave a sense of humor; such a temporary life of
happiness was a wonderful rumor.
Fairytale
adventures of Black Chicken, where peace and love was a given, such art showed
emotion of pure sadness; what horrid background kept this man driven.
Peace
will never reign, unless humans come together to end the sorrow and pain.
To Eriq: I like the point you make. If we avert our eyes from what makes us uncomfortable, then nothing changes.
ReplyDeleteTo Zahraa: Art as medication--what a powerful comparison! Without art, surely their souls would have withered up and died.
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