Taking a moment to rant: My polemic on the beauty found in death...
The Idea of Beauty in death:
...Has it been done to death?
More often than not I believe that death is just a cruel and unforgiving reality to life, the one who has taken two lives from me in the past year, suddenly and with out warning. I want to believe that there is beauty in the possibility that death can be a harbinger of peace for those we love, and who are sick and stuck here in this world. I believe that there is beauty in the fact that death can bring about a sense of closure. Death can also give one a sense justice, that they may not have found peace in this lifetime. Gloria Stienmen said it well, “the truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off.” No one gets out of this world alive. To be trite, I believe everyone will agree that everything in life is transient, so we cling to the moments we are granted and call them memories. Our memories are shards of these moments that our minds have reconfigured for us, but they are not truths. In turn one could say memories be them positive or negative give death it’s beautiful qualities. “Beauty is often said to be impossible to define on account of the subjective nature of judgments and pleasure and taste”, (p.12, Beech). The idea that we could depict dying and death with all of it’s harsh honesty, is beyond my ability to fathom. Death is usually seen as grotesque, ugly or vulgar. This doesn’t mean that because this is a challenging idea, that someone has not found beauty or pleasure in it.
When examining idea of beauty in relation to death, traditionally it becomes fraught and fat-full with images of religion, mourning, sorrow. “Surely one of the most prominent aspects of death is its potential for intense emotional impact on the survivors”,(p. 43, Metcalf). Through out history, different cultures have had different ways of mourning and honoring their dead. We cry unabashed when we burry and burn them, we hold wakes and memorials for them; we erect mausoleums and monuments in their honor. We visit the dead and bring them offerings of flowers, and some times sit and share a meal with them. In short, we grieve their departure from us and in that small, dark, warm space between sleep and wake- we find ourselves mourning their smiles and playful laughter, or missing their warm hugs on those cold, bitter winter days. We try to remember their quirks, dislikes and likes. We lament on our last conversations and our last arguments with the deceased.
In France there are the catacombs of Paris, a man-made subterranean world onto itself. It has combined religion and architecture out of necessity, and at the time it was a challenge for those who were less fortunate to find permissible space to bury their dead. Although it is constructed using human remains, the bones of men and women alike, it is now flocked to by tourists. They do not turn their eyes from the bare bones but find beauty in their remains. Jay Bernstein said it well, “...to conceive of a situation [...] of one which objectivity and ‘truth‘ are not distinguished from the beautiful or the good or, say, the holy; where perhaps, to be true is to be good, or where nothing is beautiful that is not also holy or good or true”, (p.102, Beech). It is challenging to honor the smell of rotting flesh and decaying bones, so we attempt to make it bearable- we make it art. The subject of death and dying is messy and unpleasant, so we choose to turn it into something that we can stomach.
The fact that one could say the idea of death can be seen as a form of justice can be considered vulgar; for there are people who quest after death and see it as righteous. Gustav Klimt’s major works done in the art nouveau style were and still are considered avant-garde and modern for their time. “[...]Modernism has very often been understood as deriving its power from a range of characteristics that had previously come under the worst kind of pejorative descriptions: from ugliness, for example, or from the fragmentary and accidental; from superficiality, from the low and formless”, (p. 126, Beech). Gustave Klimt painted Judith II (Salome) in the 1900’s, she is seen as a harbinger of death. She is standing tall and elegant and is glorified for the murder she has committed and Holofernes is vilified and seen as deserving of his death. Ruskin questioning vulgarity in relation to modern art, received the answer, “it is merely one of the forms of Death”, (p.127). From that he deduced that “for death itself is not vulgar, only death mingled with life”,(p.128) Klimt depicts her soft fleshy features juxtapose the severed and still bloody head she has taken as a trophy, excavating the link between death as we know it and the superficial way we portray it; making a beautiful piece of work about an ugly and difficult subject.
Today we are seeing a shift in humanity’s ongoing conversation with Death. We can find facets of beauty in death and choose to honor them in different ways. The Body Worlds exhibit is a collection of pieces that has seamlessly linked art and science with death. The people who have died and donated their bodies to Gunther Von Hagens, share his mission to first and foremost educate people about the way their bodies work. Hagen’s came up with a way of preserving their bodies, exposing their bodies inner working and placing them in various active or lifelike positions to be exhibited. Some could deem his work as morbid or ‘ugly’. The pressure for art to be completely aesthetically pleasing and to be accepted by it’s audience is great. “It is not just that monsters and characters from low life belongs to a class of objects which are deemed ugly; it is that they are too strongly individual, are too much themselves”, (p.145-146, Beech). One rarely finds art that is approved on all fronts, Hagens’ work is no acceptation to this fact. I believe that his work is successful because he has managed to parley our initial emotions with death and dying into something that we can learn and grow from.
The idea that beauty and death can be linked is not cliché. Death visits us all, and when it comes we can find ourselves in a state of standstill and mourning. Death can give us solace or closure for our loved ones, it also can be a way of finding some misguided sense of justice. In some cases death can mean a chance to educate each other and in a few cases, the death of one man can give life for another. That believing in something and then seeing how it works can intertwine and bare beautiful fruit. There many possibilities or opportunities of each of us, with our different life stories have the ability to find some ‘peace after death’. I believe that finding beauty in the nuances of death is not only necessary for our mental well-being or as an act of survival, but something I think can truly be beautiful.