Käthe Kollwitz, or etchings that wrenched my heart.
I recalled reading a section in William T. Vollmann’s beautiful book Europe Central that focused on Käthe Kollwitz, a German artist that lived and created through both of the World Wars, but it wasn’t until last night that I came across a book on Kollwitz…and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t well up looking at the work of this artist who lost her son in WWI, her grandson in WWII, and who’s life was spent surrounded by war and death - I could feel the absolute necessity of her work, her tremendous empathy…and seeing what she felt, I counted my blessings.



In high school I was drawn to her work, it did what I felt art should - evoked emotion. I loved her wood cuts and tried to simulate her deliberate use of hands as the focal point of sadness.
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