Where words don’t carry

90×80
Acrylic on canvas
2019
Few things have disturbed me more than the industrial scale extermination of the Jews during WWII including their degradation, victimisation, stripping of rights, persecution, transport to concentration camps, regardless of age. The result of racism and megalomania by Hitler and his cronies. I grew up in the 50’s and 60’s and in those years details from the concentration camps were made into films and books. Everything German was in those years connected with the horror. Many years later I was searching for an artistic expression of the knowledge that was imprisoned in my head. It was so difficult. The memorials I saw never quite expressed the cruelty although the large abstract one in Berlin did speak to me. I thought and tried to sketch something, but it never felt right. So one day this painting took shape. Simple and dramatic. I leave it to everyone to find the silence within it. The title might be of some help. I was so sure then as a young boy, that this crime would never, never be repeated! Over the years I’ve learned that violence and injustice are sowed by violence and injustice. Again and again the world shuts its eyes and allows terrible things to happen. People are brutally killed, and some survivors will seek their revenge.
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Price : Few things have disturbed me more than the industrial scale extermination of the Jews during WWII including their degradation, victimisation, stripping of rights, persecution, transport to concentration camps, regardless of age. The result of racism and megalomania by Hitler and his cronies. I grew up in the 50’s and 60’s and in those years details from the concentration camps were made into films and books. Everything German was in those years connected with the horror. Many years later I was searching for an artistic expression of the knowledge that was imprisoned in my head. It was so difficult. The memorials I saw never quite expressed the cruelty although the large abstract one in Berlin did speak to me. I thought and tried to sketch something, but it never felt right. So one day this painting took shape. Simple and dramatic. I leave it to everyone to find the silence within it. The title might be of some help. I was so sure then as a young boy, that this crime would never, never be repeated! Over the years I’ve learned that violence and injustice are sowed by violence and injustice. Again and again the world shuts its eyes and allows terrible things to happen. People are brutally killed, and some survivors will seek their revenge.

Where words don’t carry

Medium : Acrylic on canvas
Year Painted : 2019
Dimensions : 90×80
Few things have disturbed me more than the industrial scale extermination of the Jews during WWII including their degradation, victimisation, stripping of rights, persecution, transport to concentration camps, regardless of age. The result of racism and megalomania by Hitler and his cronies. I grew up in the 50’s and 60’s and in those years details from the concentration camps were made into films and books. Everything German was in those years connected with the horror. Many years later I was searching for an artistic expression of the knowledge that was imprisoned in my head. It was so difficult. The memorials I saw never quite expressed the cruelty although the large abstract one in Berlin did speak to me. I thought and tried to sketch something, but it never felt right. So one day this painting took shape. Simple and dramatic. I leave it to everyone to find the silence within it. The title might be of some help. I was so sure then as a young boy, that this crime would never, never be repeated! Over the years I’ve learned that violence and injustice are sowed by violence and injustice. Again and again the world shuts its eyes and allows terrible things to happen. People are brutally killed, and some survivors will seek their revenge.