It seems I am going to create a school of ruins in art: how to turn devastation and destruction into works of art which will make the public stop and contemplate and perhaps learn something about the prevention of the causes which send armies rampaging on sprees of destruction and the undoing of civilization. I still think it is arguable even for the sake of art to use death as one’s subject, the death of cities, people, children and history. Something within me rages against me because what do ruins represent but untold suffering and haunting heart-breaking anguish? There under them children were smashed and mothers wailed and lamented buried under tons of shredded concrete and dust.Therefore with a bowed head and the posture of the penitent, I approach you ruins of my heart, ruins of my soul.
- The heart of Darkness: ©Alisar Iram
The Assadi army, mission accomplished: . ©Alisar Iram. The Reaper is from Goya
Kali the Goddess of Death: by©Alisar Iram
Where are the Children? ©Alisar Iram
© Even the ruins scream by Alisar Iram
- Abandoned to the Nothing
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