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Art and the Trauma of War

Posted: 04/12/11 10:17 AM ET

I met Si Lewen's art before I met him. A friend who learned about him through the documentary "The Ritchie Boys" suggested I go to his website to get a sense of his art. It amazed me: canvases exploding with color, vibrant, pulsing with life. The art became even more amazing when I read the story of Si Lewen's life.
 He grew up in Lublin, Poland and knew from the age of five that he wanted to create art.

He fled Poland when Hitler came to power in Germany in 1933, and through the good graces of Senator Byrd, who was grateful to Si's uncle for having sponsored the senator's brother, Admiral Byrd, in his expedition to the Antarctica, was able to get to the United States. But Si quickly discovered the dark side of the new world, when, during a walk through Central Park, he was robbed at gunpoint and beaten by a policeman who hissed in his ear, "You goddamn Jew bastard."

When World War II began, Si enlisted and became a Ritchie Boy, a member of a special military intelligence unit chosen by the Army because of their fluency in German and familiarity with Germany. They entered Europe on D-Day and undertook covert operations. Si saw action from Normandy through France and back into Germany, where he was among the liberators of Buchenwald. There he witnessed what could have been his fate, and upon returning home, he did not feel able to create art.

"When I returned from the war, I was disgusted. I wanted nothing to do with that experience. I didn't even want to paint." But he found himself drawn to the National Academy of Design and the Art Students League in New York, where he began taking classes and painting landscapes, still lifes and nudes. His work sold and was exhibited in the Whitney Museum of American Art, the Brooklyn Museum of Art and the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts.

 But scenes from his war experiences haunted him.

"I would wake up with these nagging images," Si said, "images that would not go away." He turned to art, creating "A Journey," 70 black and white narrative drawings that turn the viewer into a witness of a Nazi concentration camp. The lack of color in the drawings expresses how in terrifying moments, color disappears. "Even blood was not red."


The drawings convey the shock and horror the liberators experienced on a level that I had not experienced before, even after hearings over scores of veterans recount their stories. Towards the end of "The Journey," the commandant of the camp invites the visitor to a dinner of death, and when the visitor refuses, they become another victim. But the last drawings show the visitor's spirit flying away on the wings of a bird.

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Si does not believe that his art has diminished his trauma. He believes it has sustained him, helped to keep him alive. I think of the words of another liberator whom I met in January. Like my father, he was among the liberators of Nordhausen. At the end of our 75 minutes of talking, he turned to his wife and said, "I have struggled to stay alive every day since Nordhausen."

For Si, creating art, living amidst color, is central to that struggle. He showed me the wall of his bedroom that he wakes up seeing every morning: 50 canvases of color. Deep, rich color. 
"This is what I need to wake to. I need color as much as I need oxygen and water."

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Si opened a door for me on understanding why I have always craved color. It has fed my spirit and helped me to heal from my childhood trauma. It has sustained me during my struggle to prevail.

While art might not be able to restore the lost aspects of ourselves, it can support us. And it teaches and heals others. As Si wrote to me, "I believe in the healing power of art -- and not just for the artist.  We need art to light up life's dark moments."

 
 
 

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I met Si Lewen's art before I met him. A friend who learned about him through the documentary "The Ritchie Boys" suggested I go to his website to get a sense of his art. It amazed me: canvases explodi...
I met Si Lewen's art before I met him. A friend who learned about him through the documentary "The Ritchie Boys" suggested I go to his website to get a sense of his art. It amazed me: canvases explodi...
 
 
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CharlesBivona
Poetic Writer, Professor Activist
05:41 PM on 04/17/2011
The Trauma Theorist, Kali Tal, wrote this about the Literature of Trauma, but I think it applies to any Trauma Art.

"Literature of trauma...is the product of three coincident factors: the experience of trauma, the urge to bear witness, and a sense of community."

Art binds us together through a profound, yet subtle, unconscious emotional communication. I think, and "They" tell me this makes me something of an "expressionist" scholar, that a 21st Century Renaissance would go a long way to healing America--just a little bit. Let's not get Romantic about this! But it would at least be a start.

[Quote from Fourteen Landing Zones: Approaches to Vietnam War Literature, edited by Philip K. Jason, pg. 217-18]
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01:50 AM on 04/14/2011
I'm a writer. Of a sorts. I have been told since I was young that I could paint pictures with words better than some do with paint. I'm not trying to brag, it's just what I'm good at. When I came home from the war in Iraq, for a while.. For a long while, actually.. I couldn't write. Everything I tried to say, to describe, regardless of content or motivation fell flat. Lifeless. I couldn't remember words, or spelling, or sometimes just lost my way in sentence structure, and basic grammar. It was devastating. The thing which had defined my life was gone. I had no words, no way of explaining the things in my head I so often used to just blast out onto paper as if I were breathing. My family, my friends, they kept begging me to write. Kept saying that my letters from the war were amazing, and that I should start writing again, tell my story. But they didn't get it. I tried to explain it to them. That the words were gone. That I had no voice on paper anymore. It was like I looked at someone else's writing whenever I put something down on paper, and it was terrifying, and embarrassing, and heart-breaking to me all at once. All I could see, was what I had lost. Now, I am writing again. Slowly, cautiously. I can definitely relate to this man. It was in writing that I finally found healing.
09:41 AM on 04/13/2011
Lovely story. Thank you.
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babybelle
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08:52 AM on 04/13/2011
As Si wrote to me, "I believe in the healing power of art -- and not just for the artist. We need art to light up life's dark moments
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Oh, I so agree with that statement.
My art/crafts will never be world famous, but creating has been so meaningful to me .
It is icing on the cake when I sell something and know the person has my work displayed in their home.

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09:10 PM on 04/12/2011
Thank you Si - - I hope to see your work in person someday. But thank you for giving the world
such poetic beauty.
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10:23 AM on 04/12/2011
Can you even begin to imagine a world without art, without music, without dance, without those creative things the we all must do to live.