This was one of the most moving pieces I've read in a long time. You didn't just recount kathe's life, you made her resilience, grief, and unwavering humanity feel deeply present. You wove history with emotion, which is extraordinary. Thank you for preserving her legacy with such care and heart.
this means more than u know andrew💚 all i wanted was for people to feel like käthe had walked into the room for a little while. thank u for reading her with so much care.
Wow, Angel, your writing is on fire! And you got me with this one! Remember me saying that you got me so curious with Part I that I had to skip ahead with the story? Well, I'm so glad for this Part 2 because I would have missed a masterpiece and all the facts you packed in that the "official" storytellers didn't! What a marvelous artist and woman she was--which made me think what a marvelous writer and young woman you are becoming as I sit back halfway 'round the world and read your stories. I am honored to have met you early enough to see you "Become." Much love, Susan
susan this made me sit here smiling for a while🥹 thank u for reading these pieces with so much heart & for believing in me while i am still becoming. it means more than i know how to say💚
its always another woman teaching me more about perseverance. makes you think why women are put in a position where they need to persevere in the first place. nonetheless, this was beautiful and so so informative. thank you for bringing her story to life <3
i keep asking myself that same question. i wish women didn't have to become symbols of perseverance just to be remembered. thank u for sitting with käthe's story & with that thought💚
oh man what a woman she was. i wonder how many times would she have whispered to the almighty that why was he even keeping her alive. and how many times she would've realised, it's all for her to make, to draw, to create. calling someone formidable is very casual in today's times, but this woman is the definition of formidable. she was indeed, formidable.
i keep wondering that too sweetie. & somehow every time life asked more of her than anyone should have to give, she answered with another drawing. i don't think i will ever stop being in awe of her💚
You’re an angel for bringing käthe’s story to light, her story mixed with your wonderful writing made me feel so in touch with her🤍 thank you Martha!!! Cannot wait for part 3🫶🏻
sweetie🥹🤍 this week has been really exhausting but i am determined to finish part 3 completely & if all goes well i'll publish it on sunday. thank u for waiting for me💚
Beautifull written!!🤍 history often celebrates loud defiance yett so much courage exists in quieter forms we don’t even knoww.. She chose not to let others suffer for her presence, she continued creating when almost every reason to stop had found her and she never allowed grief to become permission for indifference
"grief never became permission for indifference" ..... i think i am going to carry that sentence around with me for a long time. thank u for reading her so carefully sweetie🤍
käthe kollwitz was 66 when the nazis forced her out of the academy. she was 70 when they confiscated her work from eleven museums. she was 73 when karl died. she was 75 when her grandson peter died. she was 76 when her flat was bombed. she was 77 when she died in moritzburg.
She kept drawing in every situation she kept drawing...🙌🏻🙌🏻🛐🛐🛐Her pain became art. Her art became history
She isssss wonderfully amazing and her biography is soooo inspiring and the way u write about her with so much love and respect is really appreciative i really love reading ur every article ur words impact on me a lot...so much respect for kathe and u🛐my divaaaaaasssss 😘😘😘😘🫶🏻
"her pain became art. her art became history"🥹 i love that so much. thank u for loving käthe with me sweetie & for reading every piece i write, it truly means the world💚
Love u moreeeee my baby gurllllll and keep writing…. whenever I feel low I read your articles it gave me so much strength to read about such inspiring articles love ur writing babuuuuuuu😘😘😘💞🫂🫂🧿
She really had Nothing left except her art which was also taken from her, but they could only take what she drew, not her talent and live for art, really touching , Waiting for part 3✨
thank u so much sweetie💚 i think that's what i love most about history. every now & then u meet someone who reminds u what a human being is capable of.
This was one of the most moving pieces I've read in a long time. You didn't just recount kathe's life, you made her resilience, grief, and unwavering humanity feel deeply present. You wove history with emotion, which is extraordinary. Thank you for preserving her legacy with such care and heart.
this means more than u know andrew💚 all i wanted was for people to feel like käthe had walked into the room for a little while. thank u for reading her with so much care.
Wow, Angel, your writing is on fire! And you got me with this one! Remember me saying that you got me so curious with Part I that I had to skip ahead with the story? Well, I'm so glad for this Part 2 because I would have missed a masterpiece and all the facts you packed in that the "official" storytellers didn't! What a marvelous artist and woman she was--which made me think what a marvelous writer and young woman you are becoming as I sit back halfway 'round the world and read your stories. I am honored to have met you early enough to see you "Become." Much love, Susan
susan this made me sit here smiling for a while🥹 thank u for reading these pieces with so much heart & for believing in me while i am still becoming. it means more than i know how to say💚
its always another woman teaching me more about perseverance. makes you think why women are put in a position where they need to persevere in the first place. nonetheless, this was beautiful and so so informative. thank you for bringing her story to life <3
i keep asking myself that same question. i wish women didn't have to become symbols of perseverance just to be remembered. thank u for sitting with käthe's story & with that thought💚
oh man what a woman she was. i wonder how many times would she have whispered to the almighty that why was he even keeping her alive. and how many times she would've realised, it's all for her to make, to draw, to create. calling someone formidable is very casual in today's times, but this woman is the definition of formidable. she was indeed, formidable.
i keep wondering that too sweetie. & somehow every time life asked more of her than anyone should have to give, she answered with another drawing. i don't think i will ever stop being in awe of her💚
You’re an angel for bringing käthe’s story to light, her story mixed with your wonderful writing made me feel so in touch with her🤍 thank you Martha!!! Cannot wait for part 3🫶🏻
sweetie🥹🤍 this week has been really exhausting but i am determined to finish part 3 completely & if all goes well i'll publish it on sunday. thank u for waiting for me💚
Rest comes first, take your time babe!! 🤍
Beautifull written!!🤍 history often celebrates loud defiance yett so much courage exists in quieter forms we don’t even knoww.. She chose not to let others suffer for her presence, she continued creating when almost every reason to stop had found her and she never allowed grief to become permission for indifference
"grief never became permission for indifference" ..... i think i am going to carry that sentence around with me for a long time. thank u for reading her so carefully sweetie🤍
käthe kollwitz was 66 when the nazis forced her out of the academy. she was 70 when they confiscated her work from eleven museums. she was 73 when karl died. she was 75 when her grandson peter died. she was 76 when her flat was bombed. she was 77 when she died in moritzburg.
She kept drawing in every situation she kept drawing...🙌🏻🙌🏻🛐🛐🛐Her pain became art. Her art became history
She isssss wonderfully amazing and her biography is soooo inspiring and the way u write about her with so much love and respect is really appreciative i really love reading ur every article ur words impact on me a lot...so much respect for kathe and u🛐my divaaaaaasssss 😘😘😘😘🫶🏻
"her pain became art. her art became history"🥹 i love that so much. thank u for loving käthe with me sweetie & for reading every piece i write, it truly means the world💚
Love u moreeeee my baby gurllllll and keep writing…. whenever I feel low I read your articles it gave me so much strength to read about such inspiring articles love ur writing babuuuuuuu😘😘😘💞🫂🫂🧿
awww🥰🫂🫂🫂🫂😘😘😘😘😘
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OH MY GOD I LOVED ITTTTT. I NEED A MOVIE ON THIS WRITTEN BY YOUUUU
sweetie first let me survive writing part3 without crying every five minutes & then we'll pitch the movie😭😭
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this is haunting
i think "haunting" is exactly thee word käthe leaves behind wherever she goes💚
This is inspiring no wonder you were obsessed with her
RIGHTTT😭 now u understand why i haven't been able to stop thinking about her for years.
She really had Nothing left except her art which was also taken from her, but they could only take what she drew, not her talent and live for art, really touching , Waiting for part 3✨
exactly🥹 they could take walls her art hung on, but they could never take thee hands that made it. part 3 is coming soon💚
thank u so much sweetie💚 i think that's what i love most about history. every now & then u meet someone who reminds u what a human being is capable of.