Having grown up in that part of the world, I remember as a child being taken to "spomeniks" on school field trips. It is only as an adult that I have come to appreciate their artistic content and stunning beauty. They stand as commemoration to the all too many lost in war's fury, as reminders of the terrible toll that wars have taken in the Balkans. And yet they offer hope, showing that humans are capable of sublime expression in the face of immense tragedy. I applaud Jan Kempenaers's aesthetic vision, but lament that he has chosen to marginalize the authors of these masterpieces by treating them only as visual objects. But most of all, I lament that they stand in silent ruin today when their message is so desperately needing to be heard.