Doris Salcedo’s Shibboleth at the Tate Modern “asks questions about the interaction of sculpture and space, about architecture and the values it enshrines, and about the shaky ideological foundations on which Western notions of modernity are built. In particular, Salcedo is addressing a long legacy of racism and colonialism that underlies the modern world.”
Due to a bunch of people falling into the gash (though IMHO you’d have to be trying quite hard to get anything stuck in there) they’ve now put up a safety barrier. There’s probably a deep sociological point to be made there, about people being prevented from hurting themselves on artistic points about racial schism. But I can’t summon it.
Next time you moan about having to process 100 digital images or about having to go to the lab to pic up some negatives spare a thought for this poor guy.
“1909 | ALASKA, UNITED STATES - Washing his films in iceberg-choked seawater was an everyday chore for photographer Oscar D. Von Engeln during the summer months he spent on a National Geographic-sponsored expedition in Alaska. (Photo by Oscar D. Von Engeln) (via 125 Years of National Geographic - The Big Picture - Boston.com)”
Ronald Brown stepped on a land mine while on a mission in France in August 1944. The blast peppered his left leg with red-hot fragments and he was forced to crawl two miles to safety. But because of medical conditions of the day it was thought safer to leave shrapnel in his body. His family had him cremated and were stunned when staff handed them back a big bag of shrapnel. The bag contained a whopping 6oz of bomb shrapnel that he had been carrying around for 60 years.