The Imperial War Museum.
I went here for help with my homework, but I couldn't stay for very long. Hurts. All of it hurts.
It's so.. I can't understand, can't comprehend. In part, it's more a graveyard than a real graveyard could ever be.
I wish I didn't have this great need to know about it all. I wouldn't feel so monstrous.
But I am realising that it's a fault of my own; being much more concerned with pasts, than I've ever been with futures.
In other news, I woke up this morning with a huge want to draw Bear Bonaparte (a grizzly bear dressed in Napoleon's clothing).
I shall start before I sleep.
23 comments:
lovely post dear, as always. I love the photos!! Your blog is soooo magical, it makes me feel as if i'm in a dream. :)
xoxo
Oh i understand how you feel. I took a trip in October to the WWII museum to New Orleans. Just to see that. Stayed one week and went 6 days except the day we left.
Beautiful photos
Yes, war is...painful. I hate learning about it, it makes no sense.
Can't wait to see your picture!
I understand that - I get such an awful feeling, it's like I need to see and touch and learn because all those poor boys deserve it, to be kept 'alive' in some way, but at the same time you can practically feel their sadness and the fear in the very fibres. I found an Austrian WWII soldier's jacket/coat in a vintage clothes shop once, I touched it and I was overwhelmed by a feeling of horror and nausea, it had such an aura drawing me in, I had to leave. These things hold so much.
I still get upset when a very young soldier dies and it's on the news.
xxx
war is always terrible indeed...
Really beautiful said. I watched 'The Boy in the Stiped Pyjama's' yesterday. It gave me the exact same feeling.
I know exactly this feeling. Its a silent screaming horror.
You write so beautifully.
I've never seen so great photos like them you take.
I think that we have a responsibility to know. History has a way of repeating itself lest we forget. Glad to hear you will be drawing Napoleon Bear soon. Also very happy you are posting more regularly now.
The photos you took are amazing, dear. I can imagine how you felt when you were there, looking at everything. But it's all so beautiful.
Jess.
I am the same way... and often wish I was not. I remember the WWII museum I went to for a high school trip as vividly as if I had just gone yesterday. However painful it is, I think remembering is something that we all must do, in return for they did for us. It's so small in comparison to their sacrifice, but it's what we have to give, so we should give it.
beautiful post love, I hope you share pictures of Bear Bonaparte.
xoxo thestoryteller
The third-to-last picture... could you please tell me the story behind it?
It looks like they're running away, some of them are turning back their heads as if to make sure nobody's running after them.
=/ =(
Pasts seem to evermore hold something in them. Futures seem bland. But the past has so many stories. Like a huge, huge storybook, with billions of chapters. Each person makes up their own chapter. All their stories, and how their chapters connected with somebody else's chapters...
I don't think it's your fault that you like learning about the past so much. It's not a fault at all. And it's not monstrous to want to learn about wars.
Please please once you've drawn Bear Bonaparte, put it up here.
xx Rosebud
Hi,
I just discovered your beautiful blog- very enchanting. Your photowork is stunning! War museums are somber but you found a way to honor the stories through your photographs.
It is so that I feel kind of monstrous as well, I'm not particularly interested in general war but more specifically the Holocaust. I feel awful being so interested in it, I can't quite distinguish why it is so appealing to learn about and watch in films.
Maybe it is the entire "gone but not forgotten" idea, which is a bit ironic because I posted about just that right last night.
At first look, I thought the top photograph was a model you had built. Mighty impressive, it gives an interesting sense of scale deep inside me.
hello !
im in love with your world ... it is such a great inspiration for my collages ... i add you on my bloglist ...
a très bientot !
boubou
Beautifu images. The girls outside that school(?) is a kwl image... the stripy blazer looks like a rowers blazer. weird to see it in a war context! I can't stand the London Imperial War Museum. It makes me cry...
Xxxc
I can't really express how my heart flipped when I read (and saw) this post. In particular, these words:
"Hurts. All of it hurts.
It's so.. I can't understand, can't comprehend. In part, it's more a graveyard than a real graveyard could ever be.
I wish I didn't have this great need to know about it all. I wouldn't feel so monstrous."
I've been studying the Holocaust for so long and this sums up precisely how I feel. It is so uncanny to find someone utter the same words I have been feeling. Thank you for this post - you have the most evocative blog, I'm so glad I stumbled upon it.
you are magic.
Of course. It hurts. I live ten miles from Dachau. Since 15 years. And I haven't been there, because it'll hurt. Damn it will. But I should go.
Absolutely fantastic. Thanks!
Loving your blog!
I know exactly. I spent years of my life just hurting, hurting and not doing anything else, as if I owed it to them to not live.
-Mirabelle
there is something beautiful about the past and about death in a sense it keeps us reveling on the future... what people will think of us once we have made our way deep into the ground. its all a mystery
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