Art is so subjective, interpreting it is up to the individual, and the artist puts their soul into the project, truly not knowing how it will be received. This was not a comfortable project for me, and was difficult to follow through on. The subject of War and the Soul is difficult enough, but to put one’s feelings and thoughts into artwork, for others to see and frankly judge, this is difficult. At first I was excited about the project of bringing a message through art, except I have no art experience! Decorating cakes, working with sugar to create pieces yes but how does this translate to other mediums? So it was a challenge. Also, how to I put my feelings into a piece of art, when I am unsure of what I am trying …show more content…
Because of my background in Horticulture, she prompted me to use clay, saying “Your element is Earth, you will be able to pull magic from it.” I so appreciate having not only her advice, but her insight into my being when I lose sight of it. So, clay was to be my medium and now I had to decide on the project. My daughter’s optimism was so much greater than mine in what I could accomplish; everyone needs people like that in their life. Now it was up to me to decide on the …show more content…
The grief that must have been a constant companion, because you were killing or hurting or others were being killed or hurt, and it didn’t matter if you knew them or not. Death effects everyone. So as I worked the clay, forming the fingers, I wondered that if there was a God, was this what it had in mind for its creation. When we put ourselves in Gods place is this what humankind had in mind? As a fellow human, as a mother, I would not choose this for anyone. As a person, I know I am capable of killing another human being, but it would never be my first choice. Having been in the military, being trained on weapons, you have to make the choice to take a life if necessary, and being in the medical field, we were to protect our patients. But taking a life is not something I would ever do willingly or without remorse as I was doing it. The cost is too great to my soul. I can imagine how other soldiers felt being put in this position, and my grief for them went into the hand of God as I was forming it. The anger I felt that human life was of such little consequence and that we may have lost, through war injury of any kind, have lost the people that might have had a solution that could have end all wars for all time. What a waste of potential.