We are running out of poppies.

Blog by Emily Johns

This is a set of pictures that I drew in 1991 in the nights leading up to the first Gulf War. They are not very hopeful, but maybe in themselves they were an attempt to avert the very apparent horrors that war would bring. Partly they were an attempt at magic and partly they were like willing the aeroplane’s wings not to fall off when you are 50,000 feet up in the air. It would take an awful lot of poppies now to mark the dead of the last twenty years.

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16th January 1991, 3.10am. We are running out of poppies

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Jan 13th
 
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Maya, 12 january 1991. My eleven-year-old cousin asleep after her march for peace 12th January 1991
 
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12th january 1991, midnight. To record my details, features seems imperative with immenance of bombs

 

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10th January 1991. A record of myself in case of war, 1.30am, 10th Jan
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11th January, 1.30am
Topics: Culture