I visited New York on Xmas holidays this year, and Ground Zero looks like a strange and noisy cemetery... I got impressed by this drawing in the wall... Peace and Love!!
This is like a channeling painting of that terrible day. Once finished, I realized that I had digitally rendered 09/11, one can see souls going to Heaven and being greeted by a friendly shape. Below the chaos and the flammes, in the middle, an impression of a plane, I never knew I had painted!
Forever in our hearts and memories, the twin towers of the World Trade Center will remain. A symbol of a free people to choose their own destiny. As an artist, my painting " In Loving Memory" is for paying respect and tribine to so many innocent lives lost on 9/11 Greco Art Studio Leon Nicholas kalas 149 Bond Street Brooklyn, N.Y. 11217 leonkalas@aol.com
I found this picture on the web I am unsure of the artist but know that it was front page of an Austrailian newspaper. I found the image of Liberty crying with the Towers as a backdrop heart pounding. God Bless America
September 11 2001 I was attending a watercolor class in Santa Barbara Adult Education. One week later I told my teacher all my paintings were turning out indigo blue and she advised me to go home and paint the picture that was in my mind. One week later (September 25, 200l) my watercolor painting Lest We Forget was finished representing all the emotions I had experienced in the aftermath of the September 11,2001 disaster. The original painting is 22 x 30full sheet watercolor. Another teacher suggested that I should show the picture and make transparencies so I could reproduce it, which I did. I then made 8x10 prints, which I gave for a $5.00 donation. October is Art month in Santa Barbara, California and I knew I would have four weekend Art Shows where I could show the painting and display the prints. In December I donated $1000.00 from these sales to the Red Cross. This should be the end of my story as I accomplished what I wanted but because of the reaction of the people to the picture it seems to be taking on a life of its own.. Many of the people who have seen the picture turned their head away with pain on their faces. You could tell they couldnt or didnt want to see the picture, while others would stand transfixed staring at it and saying things like it beautiful or wonderful…many said it should be in a museum. As I watched the television coverage of the horror that day has caused everyone, but mostly those people who lost someone in the World Trade Building I have become obsessed with the conviction that this picture should be seen by the people in New York who were directly involved. In the West, along with our grief, there can be a tendency to Try to Forget so that our every waking hour is not taken up with the memory. However, the people in New York are in the middle of and still dealing with it every day and I feel they might benefit from seeing the picture because the element of hope is reflected in the church tower and light shining on the American Flag. I am a 60-year-old grandmother of five who was widowed at 25 years old with three children under the age of six in l967. Maybe that is another reason I feel so much understanding of the grieving process that these families are experiencing. The painting is being sent as an attachment I want to explain the image. The destroyed buildings in the WTC with blood and smoke, the hijacker or assassin represented in the corner (I did not know who it was when I painted it) two airplanes, hearts and candles floating up in the smoke (A lady who saw the picture brought to my attention the Angel in the smoke) it had just appeared. The World Trade Towers, the Statue of Libertys hand and torch with blood, a Firemans back and helmet at the side of the flag and finally in the right hand corner, a church tower with a cross with beams of light coming down from heaven onto the American Flag representing the hope that we will survive this awful time. The above letter was sent to Mayor Giuliani. Governor Pitake, and President and Laura Bush with a print of the painting. I received a letter from all of them. In December the group of Fireman from Engine 33 Ladder 9 who rode bicycles across the USA to thank people for all their support after 911) finished in Pasadena, Calif. My husband and I took my picture down and met them and I am in contact with Dan Rowan, and he feels he can get the original in the New York Fireman Museum. In January the Missing Exhibit fliers from the WTC came to Santa Barbara and Luis Nevear, Mesoamerican Foundation wanted to take a large print of my picture with them as the exhibit traveled around the United States. Currently it is still with the exhibit and will be turned over to the Smithsonian at the close of the exhibit. I am still not certain they will want my picture included with the exhibit. Now to the present, we have passed the first anniversary of 911, I still watch all the television programs about the babies born, grief counseling, all the tragic things the survivors are doing to try to cope with their loss. My heart breaks and I still wish I could speak to Lisa Beamer and all the widows and widowers, I still wonder what they would feel if they saw my painting. Of all the artwork I have seen representing the 911 tragedies I still have never seen a picture showing all the things that occurred in one picture (excluding the Pentagon and Flight 93). I still hope one day it will be in a museum where people and see it in context with other artifacts of 911. I tried to get the picture to New York for the Anniversary but couldnt connect with the right people so I am now determined that it nothing happens before then I will definitely be there in 2003. Thank-you for letting me share my story with you. I am glad it will be archived for history. Sincerely, Brenda Geneau
Images taken at Flt 93 Crash Site August 11, 2002
Banner displayed in the Pentagon Hallway
This is a pencil drawing depicting one of the jumpers. I believe he was an employee of Windows On the World, on the 107th floor of the North Tower. Merely shading the columns took about eight hours, despite the redundancy, but I considered it almost a gesture of respect, as if to say "Drawing this little person, this soon-to-be-extinguished life falling against the enormous, scaleless facades of the towers, was worth the many hours it took to create the image." It's a gesture of remembrance, and a reminder of the carnage that none of us should give ourselves the luxury of denying.
This is a poem I have written for the events of 9/11, and also a painting that I have done on that day while the events were taken place.
The title of my painting is " FOR GOD'S SAKE, NO!" It is the Statute of Liberty emerging in horror from within New York City, while the World Trade Center is being attacked by the terrorists.
The Cross 9/11 Tangle of Terror art by Ray Tapajna asks who can now untangle the terror Globalism and Free Trade has bred. It asks in the name of all who bore their cross 9/11 and for all the families who lost loved ones
This is a picture drawn on the viewing ramp at ground zero. It depicts an image of a police officer and a firefighter.
This picture was sent to me in an email shortly after 9/11. The only thing that I know about it is that it's supposed to have been drawn by an American Service Member. I think it shows perfectly that though our battles are usually fought by the members of our Armed Forces, the first line of defense on that terrible day consisted of our firemen, police and rescue workers. They will always be heros. Thank you to all of them and those that continue to fight to protect me and my freedom. God Bless You.
Immediately following 911, I read the following letter from the former union organizer of HERE Local 100. He had organized the workers of WINDOWS ON THE WORLD. My paintings were inspired by his words of internationalism and concerns for working people. To The Workers of Windows on the World I represented workers from the top two floors of the World Trade Center. This is for any who may have perished. It is an acknowledgement that working people always suffer the costs of our leaders misdeeds. For a year I worked as the union representative for the 300 people who cut lettuce, baked tarts, broiled salmon, mixed drinks, washed dishes, waited tables and set up banquets on the top two floors of the World Trade Center. They were my comrades and friends in the struggle to make this a better world for all. The workers at Windows on the World came from Bangladesh, Syria, Iran, Puerto Rico, Dominican Republic, Haiti, Mexico, Cuba, Algeria, Ivory Coast … these are just a few of the countries that I can remember. I imagine that many of them were at work at 9 am this morning. I used to visit the night shift as they left and the day shift as they arrived between 7 and 8 am. This group of people taught me what it means to listen, to care and to struggle. I will never forget the day a dishwasher named Robert Williams hugged me with watery eyes and shouted, "We did it!" after 120 of his coworkers defended his job and stopped the abuse of a mean-spirited supervisor. To my sisters and brothers at Windows, thank you for teaching me much about myself and about the world we live in. May our country have the courage to look at ourselves and our wrongs before we point the finger at others. September 11, 2001 Letter by Tony Perlstein Art Work by Tami Kashia Gold
This is a poster created in response to the hyper-aggressive attitudes being exhibited by otherwise composed new yorkers as they latched onto the idea that retribution could somehow offset their confusion and grief.
This drawing, more a sketch, is fairly straightforward and is titled "Weight of Emotion."
Just ten days before the attack an exhibition of my work titled "Wounds " had opened at the Johnson and Johnson Gallery in New Brunswick.These pieces like most of my work are evocative and less than literal.However in the days immediately after the attack I kept going to red and blue paints as I reworked images of flags with red bands dripping like blood and then a crying blue field. Both "Crying Flag" and Crying Tower" are intended as memorials.