So I didn’t really think too much about what this day represents this year, as other issues have taken over my mind in the past week.
However, after years of thought, I am much less naive and judgemental about what this day represents. Many use it as a celebration and tribute, but personally all it brings into my mind is sadness and more sadness. And when in that state, being reclusive is my natural reaction so getting wasted (like many people i know) just doesn’t cut it for me and seems pointless. Like Jesus and the Easter Bunny. Alright, perhaps I’m still a little judgemental about war and the profound implications it brings along with it – as I’m a strong believer in peace, I find it harder every year to accept the prospect of the military and their uses.
I admire Ben Quilty and his courageousness in travelling to Afghanistan to paint the soldiers. It feels so raw even when I’ve only seen a couple of the paintings online. Can’t wait to see the exhibition when it’s in town to see how many mixed emotions pour out of me!
To read the artshub article interviewing him, click here.