Today marks the 13th year anniversary of 9/11. Can we forget the horrific footage of planes banking into their final approach as they attacked the Twin Towers in New York City? Can survivors ever forget the confusion and fear as they felt the impact and the buildings shook. How difficult was it to find an avenue of escape when the air was poisonous and thick?
I have close friends who are survivors and they relive the maze of the Pentagon over and over. They ask “WHY?” Why was I away from my desk? Why was it my co-worker rather than me?” We should never forget this day. It was a day that terror took to the skies and waged war.
I am honored to feature the work of French artist Piere Chalory. The above painting was painted in August 1998. If you look at the photograph of the fractured areas where the planes struck the twin towers, they are really too close for guess work. How did Chalory know? What vision did he see as he went about his normal routine of painting in the abstract world of science fiction? I’m not sure he knows but his work ( a total of 6 paintings) is an indicator of the inevitably of that day.
Please check out the link of Chalory’s 9/11 related work Here.
Tomorrow, I will be sharing more of Chalory’s art. I hope you come back to enjoy his inspirational work.
The painting of the statue of liberty carries a message. I would love to encourage you to write something poetry, prose, reflection or haiku in honor of this day. Please link back to this post so I and others will enjoy your tribute.
I stand with a lapel pin in my hand
it had stood proudly on a life swept away
A bar of medals lay on the ground
how many heroic deeds did you do?
“mama mama mama”
I heard the echo of a grease covered doll
“I missed my flight “
I heard through misty eyes
“Our copier broke down so I went to another cell”
“We should have been there with the dead” they chorused hand in hand
“What can we do for those who died in our place?”
the survivor’s guilt gnaws raw as each 911 looms
pick up a piece of 911 people
rally around the cause of freedom
do not let this happen to innocence again
photographs from stock photography and from http://highwindsroom.blogspot.com/2011/03/sometimes.html
This is just one piece written in tribute for 911 http://fragmentsof911.wordpress.com/
Awakened in the mourn
Memory from Hell
Remembered too well
How could it be?
surrreal they fly
Flames from planes
Screams in the smoke
Extinguished too soon
Shake the dead
Ghosts of years
Resigned to memorials
Where our fears
This fateful day
Place them on hope
Chase sorrows away
An excellent series of photos chronicling 911 events http://www.september11news.com/AttackImages.htm
Candles were lit
life was vibrant
breathing and exhaling
What a gift
each passing day
to hold, caress
clouded the sky
darkness filled the realm
a choking smoke rose
We heard your cries
saw your lives come
into a heap
many of those candles
never to reflect
never feel arms
We will never forget
we will never
Our hearts go out to those whose candles were extinguished on that fateful day.
May we never forget those lives, those loves.
Thanks for the Shot of the Candles
Thanks for the Twin Tower Shot