Robynne Limoges Portfolios

Not the Train I

Not the Train II

Not the Train IV

Not the Train V

Not the Train III

If Light Were Breath VI

If Light Were Breath IV

If Light Were Breath V

If Light Were Breath XXIII

Toward Barracks 15

The View from Barracks 14

If Light Were Breath XXI

If Light Were Breath VIII

If Light Were Breath XV

If Light Were Breath, The Light in the Guard's Tower

At the End of the Corridor is the End

Not the Train VI

If Light Were Breath, XVI

If Light Were Breath X

There is Always a Girl in White

Not the Train IV (b and w)

If Light Were Breath, XVII

If Light Were Breath XVIII

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My trips to concentration camps at various places throughout Europe and the trip to Auschwitz-Birkenau have been irreconcilable experiences. It is extremely difficult to me to accept that, over time, the blackest of humanity's absence can come to be referred to as a museum and that the train journey from Krakow to Oswiecim could become just that: a train journey from which one could return or travel further. As my visits to the camps progressed, I could not help but develop a frantic need for light, and I became obsessed with searching out even the smallest evidence of the spirit of light over its absence. As I walked from one barracks, one rail line or desolate space to another, I caught myself whispering to myself ‘if light were breath’.