The Boy in Striped Pajamas

Screen Shot 2017-08-06 at 7.06.34 PMi’d just seen the (netflix) movie of the same title. it was very well done and i’m glad i saw it.  i was very moved, disturbed, pained by the movie, especially the ending.  creating this piece seemed  the only way i could move a step away from it.  watching the film twice, including with the director and screen writer’s commentary, deepened my understanding of the relationship of families such as the one in the movie (of a nazi commander) and (except for this nazi commander father) how the family could be unaware of the horrors outside their immediate environment.

a little explanation: the boy in my drawing is suffering from being in a concentration camp. he is weak, dazed and lacking hope and energy.  the dead bodies are those piled up after being gassed. the end of the movie, there’s rain, thunder and lightening, coming from the clouds. when i drew the clouds they looked more like potatoes, so i made them cloud/ potatoes. everything in this nazi (not see) world is upside down to me. potatoes should be growing in the ground. the fish should be underwater, not reaching into the sky for the deadly hook that will kill him, the hook that perhaps hooks us all, the hook lacks the worm, which is memory. the separate strikes of thunder come together in the center to form the swastika, showing that little individual bad things can accumulate into an even worse thing – an ideology … carried out … the “final solution” shone in the dead bodies which pile up. the animals are on top because, as many don’t realize, (non-human) animals are also negatively impacted (killed) in wars (and in huge numbers). out from the tips of the swastika and bolts of lightening, come blood and fire.

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About blossomfire

I've walked this life path with sweet thoughts and burning wishes, a sound sense of purpose and an urgent need to express. Shy at first, I've overcome oceans of self doubt and self consciousness to seek an audience, ears like blossoms bending to the wondering wind. I am simple now. I am simple as a way to reach out. Worlds, galaxies, pivotal people, mushrooms, spiraling whilrlpools, i'm textured and wired for communication. Simply wired for fundamental transformation. A vision. A quest. A manifestation of divine Life, Light and Love. My name means Grace. A free gift, a talent, a value from the ultimate word maker, the Infinite Mind of the Infinite One. My mind to yours. Tree to limb, leaf to belief, falling and rising and knowing at the same time. Im Nancy (Grace) and grateful to know you.
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