While I found the statue of the woman falling to be disturbing, that's completely as it should be - art isn't some Kincaidian sugar-coated pastel brain-lozenge meant to palliate the pain of our rougher emotions and desires, and it's not just the opiate of the ivory-tower classes; it's something that breathes both life and death, shades darkness over light and contrasts emotion with intellect - if it doesn't provoke a reaction, if it doesn't move you in some way, even to heart-pounding fear, dizziness and nausea, then it doesn't deserve consideration. To create art in service of remembrance, in homage to sacrifice and the triumph of will over circumstance, is only an honorable and right thing. As much as it might hurt to look at, can we do no less?