Tell Your Story. . .

 "Writing in a diary is a really strange experience for someone like me.  Not only because I've never written anything before, but also because it seems to me that later on neither I nor anyone else will be interested in the musings of a thirteen-year-old girl."  

~Anne Frank, Saturday June 20, 1942.~

This was the first time I have created a piece of art based on something that moved me.  I have created art before about things that have inspired me, but not about a subject that really touched me. . .

At first, I felt a little bit like Anne Frank, thinking, who is really going to see this?  That's when the quote came to me.  We all need to tell our story and make our mark.  We will touch someone. . . 

I think one of the reasons I like functional art (collaged picture frames, magnets etc.) is because it is less of a risk, as long as it looks "pretty" someone will like it.  But when you create art about the way you feel - with no intent for it to be something functional - you really put yourself out there. 

This ended up being a very eye-opening experience for me.  I do a lot of doodling and drawing and coloring in my journal - but that's just playing around.  This was work for me (which is why it took me ten days to get it finished), I had to step outside of my comfort zone a bit.  I'm glad I did, it has made me realize that I have a story of my own to tell...I hope everyone has a Blessed and cool week!

The Anne Frank Museum, Amsterdam, Netherlands

 My husband Andrew was on a two week trip for work in Europe. While there, he had the opportunity to visit the Anne Frank House in Amsterdam.  Anne Frank was a 13 year old Jewish girl who's family went into hiding for two years before being found by the Nazi's in August 1944.  She, along with her mother and sister died in the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp in March 1945.  Anne's father, Otto Frank, survived the war and found Anne's diary among the papers left at the family's hiding spot.  He had the diary published as a book in 1947... 

 I first became familiar with the story of Anne Frank when I was in the fourth grade.  It was the first time I read her book "The Diary of a Young Girl" (I had read the book three times as a child).  In fact, the first time I took the book out of the library at school, the librarian, Mrs. Bell, sent a note home for my mom to make sure it was okay that I read it (simply because she did not know if my mother had discussed the Holocaust and WWII with me yet).  I can honestly say that in all of my 42 years, and all that I have read, (and I have always been an avid reader) nothing has moved me more than this book.  As I look back as an adult, I realize my mother must have had the patience of a saint, as I know I had many, many, questions the first time I read that book...

I was vaguely familiar with the Holocaust as my mother grew up in a Jewish neighborhood in Buffalo, New York and had many Jewish friends in elementary school.  I still had many questions;  it was hard for me to wrap my very young brain around the fact that there were people so full of hate for fellow human beings.  I STILL have a hard time wrapping my brain around that!  It is sad today that the human race has not come that far in it's acceptance of each other in the last sixty years...  

There were two things that really touched me about Andrew's visit to the museum; the first being that he said when you walked through the museum there were no furnishings of any kind in the rooms of the Frank family hide-away.  When you went into the gallery space at the end of the tour there were large wall photos of what the rooms would have looked like when they were furnished.  After the family was discovered, the Nazi's went through and destroyed everything (Anne's diary was found in a rubble of papers on the floor after the war).  Otto Frank's request, when the museum was opened, was that the rooms be left bare to represent the "void" that was left by the Nazis and the Holocaust. 

The other thing that touched me was that Andrew said he found it rather difficult to keep his composure in the museum because he could not stop thinking about our own girls while he was there.  Our oldest daughter Fiona is eight, only a few years younger than Anne at the time the family went into hiding.  This made me decide to read the book for a fourth time, as an adult, and a mother of two young girls of my own.  My heart breaks at the passages where she writes about the war being over, and being able to go back to their real home.  I cannot imagine what this family went through - and I thank God every day that I live in a country where I will never have to go through that.

 We can complain about the economy, the politicians, or what we don't have, but the fact is, as American's we really, in all honesty, have nothing to complain about.  What we don't do enough of is thanking our soldiers for our freedom, loving our neighbors as we love ourselves, and just being better human beings.  That being said, I will get off my soap box - I don't write a political blog but I had to throw those two cents in...

 As I continue to re-read Anne Frank's diary I am inspired to create some art with her in mind.  I have a large collaged piece of watercolor paper that I had made a foundation on for the card kits I am putting together.  I think I am going to cut this down to a couple of 5 x 7 pieces and create a diptych. 

My time lately seems so limited but I am putting this at the top of my priority list to complete.  I will post pictures of the completed piece late next week.  In the mean time - I hope everyone is staying cool - it will reach 100 degrees here in Norwalk, Ohio today.  Have a Blessed week!