As the 10th anniversary of 9/11 approaches, I'm amazed that so much about that horrific day is still so fresh in my mind; like it was yesterday. I remember minute details about that clear, bright, perfect September day and wonder if time will ever diminish those images that seem to be burned into my psyche. To this day, when I hear a low flying airplane, I can't help but feel anxious & my thoughts immediately turn to the events of that day.
One of my strongest memories is of those individuals jumping and falling from the buildings and the courage it must have taken to make the decision to meet their fate on their own terms. They knew no one could save them and the lack of oxygen & extreme heat drove them to jump. I try to put myself in their position and wonder if I would have had the courage to do as they did. At least two hundred people jumped or fell that day and the images of those souls falling from the buildings will remain with me forever.
This is a piece I did shortly after 9/11 entitled The Fall.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
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A beautiful piece.
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