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A portion of the proceeds from the sale of "Freedom" benefit
• Twin Tower Orphan Fund www.ttof.org
• The Bravest Fund www.TheBravestFund.com and
• The North Jersey Media Group disaster Relief Fund www.GroundZeroSpirit.org

The Artist of "Freedom" painting acknowledges that the three firefighters with an American Flag in this painting are adopted with permission from the photograph the copyright of which belong to © 2001 The Record(Burgen County, NJ) Thomas J. Franklin, Staff Photographer 

" FREEDOM "

Image Size: 30" x 21"
Archival Pigment Ink Print on Canvas
Limited Edition of 2001 Signed and Numbered
plus 201 Artist Proof


Image Size: 43.5" x 30.5"
Archival Pigment Ink Print on Canvas
Limited Edition of 2001 Signed and Numbered
plus 201 Artist Proof


Image Size: 60" x 42"
Archival Pigment Ink Print on Canvas
Limited Edition of 950 Signed and Numbered

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About "Freedom"

This painting is about the spirit of liberty, the dream of peace, the universality of love, the power of determination and the hope of mankind. Freedom serves as a monument to our Founding Fathers, fearless pioneers, heroes past and present, who devoted their lives to the high cause of peace and to the generations who have pursued their dreams under the torch held high by the Statue of Liberty.

I dedicate this painting to the United States of America for its dream of hope when I was entangled in a nightmare of darkness and bitter cold. I dedicate this painting to all people throughout the world who love freedom, democracy and peace. These ideals are not limited by the boundaries of race, nation, or faith but unite all of us on earth and light the way to our future.

 
    New York City was the first place in which I lived upon immigrating to America. Although I lived there for three years, I never realized how much the city meant to me. Never, that is, until the morning of September 11, 2001: from my home in far away California, as I watched the Twin Towers collapse on my television screen, my heart shattered into a million pieces along with them. It was at that moment that I realized how deeply I was attached to this remarkable city. Day after day, I mourned for New York. As 2001 drew to a close, the pain in my heart had not eased. I drove 3000 miles to visit the city, in the heart of which I had once lived, and which I now knew lived in mine.

    The first thing that struck me at the ruins of World Trade Center was the
flood of people--every face contorted with inner sorrow. The line of mourners, which starts at ground zero, winds through blocks and blocks, and each pair of eyes tells a story of deep loss. Who could have believed that the tallest building in the United States--once the symbol of freedom and prosperity for our nation, once the center of finance and trade for our world--could become a pile of ashes and debris within seconds? Who could have understood that thousands of human lives, blossoming like flowers, could wither so suddenly? Or those hundreds of selfless rescue workers could be swept away by a billowing sea of fire? Who could have dared to imagine how many parents would never again see their daughters and sons returning home? How many children would call out for mom or dad, never again to hear a reply? How many families, and young couples just dreaming of families, could be instantly separated, never to be together again?

    Plumes of smoke still issue from the vast wreckage, but what torments my soul is what issues from the mourners around me: grief, confusion, fear. I am facing a massive wound, a wound that is still bleeding; through the open wound I can see the injured heart of an entire nation.

    In New York's piercing winter wind, I become aware of a mission, one to which I know myself to be duty-bound. Because I am from China, and because I have lived in Tibet, I have known disasters--both natural and man-made--which inevitably result in an abyss of misery and desolation. I have learned that one who knows how to stand firm and upright in this life, is one who has had to rise again and again from being beaten down. I have learned, too, that only the staunch can heal the wounded heart, and that only the hopeful can empower the battered soul, filling it with the inner strength to
awaken from malicious blows, that it may face unbearable suffering without shrinking, and eventually, triumph.

    During an agonizingly cold winter on the Tibetan plateau, when I was so near freezing that I could feel my body heat draining away, and when I was surrounded by nothing but the wild screams of the wind, I heard one other voice: The Voice of America. Though faint and distant on my tiny transistor radio, this voice assured me that on our earth, humanity could live in freedom, democracy, and peace; this voice was like a torch blazing in the dark, and it guided my spirit to a diverse and tolerant world, in which all human beings can rejoice.

 So I pour all my heart and soul into my painting Freedom. This painting is about the spirit of liberty, about the dream of peace, about the universality of

love, about the power of determination, and, last but not least, about the hope of mankind. This painting demonstrates my belief that the spirit of freedom will tower upright on the wreckage of the World Trade Center, so that everyone who faces the scar will also find in it dignity and inspiration. Standing at this sacred site, people will reaffirm their faith in peace and in freedom, and the strength to heal will come in the form of hope, rising like a phoenix from the literal ashes. Only this hope, this spiritual power which originates deep inside human souls and connects us to the vast universe, will sustain us to defeat any evil that threatens humanity, and guide us to pursue the noble cause of peace.

  Freedom is not just a painting; it serves as a monument--a monument to our fearless pioneers, to our founding fathers, to our heroes, past and
present, who devoted their lives to the high cause of peace, and to the many generations who have pursued, and continue to pursue, their dreams, under the torch held high by the statue of liberty.

    I dedicate this painting to the thousands of lives that perished during the attack of September 11. It serves to remind us that though evil may end human lives, it will never destroy the human soul.

    I dedicate this painting to America, for its dream of hope when I was entangled in a nightmare of darkness and bitter cold.

  I dedicate this painting to all people throughout the world who love freedom, democracy, and peace. These ideals are not limited by the boundaries of race, nation, or faith, but unite all of us on earth, and light the way to our future.

 
 
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