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Eyewitness Ned Leavitt Eyewitness Soaked in images – tears – anger Inundated with grief – numbness Eyewitness Plumes of dust, spirit, flying hair molecules All fall down Humpty Dumpty All fall down Going down The whumph of impact - The Yyyrrruuuummmmmggggghhhhhh of Doomed airliner right overhead Right over my head – what the fuck – Whummph – whatS......!? Wounded – bleeding – lives gone – lives going – hearts opening – steel concrete....... Eyewitness – down go down ugly buildings up fly up suddenly souls – bodies instant dust – going to pulverized dust – going up up to meet God to meet souls – instantly spirits – gone up up up high flames – dust – darkness - The huge release – huge release – huge infusion of life energy – life energy coming in & so alive now – so alive – alive Eyewitness |
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To make the Touch Drawing, I began with the hand at the bottom, thinking of the hand of God. So many lives were lost in such violence and unimaginable horror. We live just 20 minutes walk north of the attack site. The attack plane flew over our building and we heard the tremendous boom of the plane hitting the first tower. When we saw the fire and smoke pouring out from our roof, I knew people were injured and dying. I had no idea at that moment that there was to be so much more death & destruction. All day on September 11, I cried & prayed. I kept seeing the plane hit over and over in my mind. Finally, I began to consciously visualize & pray that the souls of all those who died would go straight to the arms & light of God. |
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Tree Adrienne Chiaramonte I do not have a title for my drawing, but it is an image of a tree which I feel very strongly about. I used my fingertips to touch the paper lightly and each touch reminds me of an individual life-being that is part of this tree of life. I can see my fingertips, which identify my physical body which reminds me more of each individual person belonging to this tree. There is a motion of activity moving across the tree but it stands strong and grounded against the force. This image of a tree keeps coming back to me as a metaphor for a body which contains us all. Tree as container. God America |
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Spiritual Self Portrait Meghan Gille I saw the attack on the World Trade Towers, but I am still 101 days later uncertain what I witnessed. My drawing, though, is a drawing of my spirit, and it is still intact. I also know I can resolve some other things, knowing now my spirit is sound. Spiritual Self Portrait. |
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At first I wanted to draw a dream I remembered after September 11th 2001. It was an image of people going into the clouds. As I went on I tried faces and then just letting my fingers feel the paper. I tried to use color to reflect my moods. Trying hard to come out of sadness and a feeling of confusion. Eventually, I got to the color green and did sweeping movements upward on each side of the paper with people in the center. Green reflecting healing, life and nurturance. Life continues. |
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Alchemy of Metal Marsha Trattner Just when I thought there wasn’t more, my hand would find new things to do. I drew how my body felt, got the tension out, it worked its way up through my head, imagined something difficult, something I wanted to say, pictured it, drew it without picturing it. I turned the paper to horizontal orientation – gave me more room, more space. I could explore a space – trees, hills, landscape. I conjured my sculpture out of metal called Pipe Dreams. Its lost possibly and I haven’t taken care of it. But I remember it and I drew it; it’s contours, textures. I thought about how working with the metal and heat is a transforming process. Changing the nature of material itself (alchemy) – there is hope, relief, opening in that. |
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| Discovery Sheila Marman So much to understand Looking for answers – what are the questions? Exploration, seeking, looking for a new angle. I often don’t know where to begin How do you open yourself How do I open myself? So much to uncover Looking for guidance and direction – Where am I going? I turn left, I turn right Just maybe I will find a path Even just to the next step. I keep hoping, keep striving, keep believing that I will discover what is true in me. |
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