Imagine–The Art Gallery: Room 1
Interactive means thought; this is a place to express yourself.
Room 1 Featuring:
Children’s Art about the Holocaust
An exploration into genocide by a group of sixth grade students.
The inspiration behind this art is a teacher, Anne Williams. She challenges herclasses to use imagination instead of explanation, to use their creativity as aresponse to history. The results have focused on a topic she shares with hersixth grade students: the Holocaust. Their art and poetry bring a vision thatadults often don’t see. We hope you enjoy it.
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- Survival is the heart of the symbol. © 1993
- Artist: Annamarie Cavadi
- On their way. © 1993
- Poem: Birdsong
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- Alone in a bigroom. © 1994
- Poem: Past and FutureDream
- Artist: Laurie Schofield
- Poem: Past and FutureDream
Past and Future Dream
- Artist: SophieDilenscheid
- Dreaming of something else. © 1992
- Artist: TiffaniCampbell
- Looking out. © 1994
- Artist: SheilaLefebvre
- And where can I turn to if it’s my turn. © 1994
- Artist: Jessica Dalton
- Survival is theheart of the symbol. © 1993
- Poem: Bottomless Pitof Time
- Artist: Jason Hornbuckle
- Can you see the real me. © 1994
- Poem: Invisible
- Artist: GemmaLechlinski
- Cameo. © 1994
- Poem: LonelyCries
- Artist: April Hooper
- Someone is looking down on you. ©1991
- Artist: Anonymous
- The walls have eyes. © 1991
- Artist: Andy Horstmann
- Someone is lookingdown on you. © 1994
A Child of the Holocaust
- There is nothing to loadhere. This is the picture of a child that didn’t survive. Courtesy of theChildren’s Memorial, Yad Vashem.
- This project is dedicated to the memory ofthe children.
© 1994 Remember.org
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Birdsong Back He doesn’t know the world at all nor what to sing about, I do but does it matter? I feel trapped here my love for all things vanish trapped beyond reality and a nightmare. I know I’d open my heart to beauty and go into the woods Someday. I hope that one day I will realize how wonderful it is to be alive.
I see the gray and brown of the barracks. Mama stands in the doorway of Barrack 19, our barrack. Her voice calls out to me, I can hear her faintly. Far across the camp, the camp Terezin. A camp that is lonely and desolate, Yet I feel in my soul that someday, sometime, there will be beauty in Terezin. Beauty of smiles and joyful tears, beauty of freedom. I turn my face toward a better day, a day of hope. Today can be a day of hope, it isn’t hard for me to imagine. Mama doesn’t imagine, she is too worried. As I run toward her, run toward Barrack 19, I hear behind me the sound of army vehicles, German vehicles. Soon, our turn will come. Our turn to be taken to another camp, taken to Auschwitz.I reach Barrack 19, I reach my home. Mama’s arms encircle me, full of warmth and sadness. Everything will be alright. Everything will be alright.
Past and Future Dream Back
I live dream by dream Dreaming of the past For the past Cannnot hurt me And the future holds hope Fears And disappointments Even death! But when I do dream Of the future The soldiers know Death knows It comes for me.
Bottomless Pit of Time Back
I see death scared to see Bottomless Pit of time After dusk-death Embraces all who Walk the Streets Healing wounds Fall upon my soul What number am I?
Waiting for freedom Freedom the word rolls over my tongue Can’t they hear my silent screams Here in the belly of the wolf Cursed with this label Jew Open up Lilith’s cave I am that brave To be free my pride my soul striped away Painful yes, don’t they see.
Lonely Cries Back
The pain the sorrow The endless cries The scattered dreams I think to myself When will it end? Everyday the same. Shots from the soldiers Another lonely cry Another death.
I cry but no one hear’s me I live in fear alone I’m scared I don’t know if I’ll live to see tomorrow and if I do I’ll thank God for it. When I wake up from thishorrible dream I will live in freedom. Maybe I’ll be in heaven but anywhere isheaven to me now I see dark shadows moving across at night if this is life thanits not worth living.
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