I am no longer an artist interested and anxious. I am a messenger who will bring back word from the men who are fighting to those who want the war to go on forever. Feeble, inarticulate, will be my message, but it will have a bitter truth, and may it burn in their lousy souls. -Paul Nash, Artist 1899–1946 Paul Nash served with the Artists' Rifles and the Royal Hampshire Regiment in the Great War.
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Paul Nash, an artist who served in World War I, reflects a profound shift in his perspective on art and war. He no longer sees himself simply as an artist filled with creative anxiety; instead, he describes himself as a messenger tasked with conveying the grim realities of war to those who perpetuate it. His message, although lacking in eloquence, carries a harsh truth meant to resonate deeply with those who support ongoing conflict.

Nash's statement serves as a poignant reminder of the moral responsibility of artists during wartime. While he acknowledges the limitations of his expression, he emphasizes the urgency of communicating the experiences of soldiers to inform and challenge the conscience of those in power. His words encapsulate the struggle of balancing artistic expression with the weight of societal issues, particularly in the context of war, highlighting the essential role of art as both witness and critic.

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