The simplicity and the starkness of this powerful image(like much of Kollwitz's work) has always struck me as beautiful. Someone who knew the only way she could tell her story was by shaking hands with death-that decay is part of the exchange of life. When its over, that becomes the point in which all the pain, anguish and hatred we experience in life suddenly meets its end in a moment of grace-everything is lifted off of us and we are free. Isn't that worth capturing and remembering, even showing as beautiful? I think so.
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And, again: how did you get to be so wise, my hero?
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