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If in early 2020 students could not relate to the horrors of 1946 Europe, this spring's parallels
with that loss and suffering are not lost on them now. The timing of our Giacometti sculpture unit, as students worked on their gaunt, elongated figures in the weeks before COVID19, could scarcely be more ironic -- or the sculptures more prophetic. The grim wire and plaster souvenirs, if they're kept, will be reminders of the loneliness, isolation, uncertainty, frustration, and sometimes despair, of our New Reality in 2020. The mass casualties, shortages, unemployment and fear in Giacometti's time are now felt in ours, as well, but the slow rebuilding and restless hope are here, too. No matter how scarred and thin we emerge from this pandemic, we will plod forward, perhaps sightlessly for a while, just as Giacometti's "Walking Man" did. It is the nature of humankind. Have faith. |
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Walking Man (1960) by Alberto Giacometti
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