Take a walk passed the skulls, the skeletons and the character of Death himself dancing on our backs, he is enticing us passed the diverse range of ways in which we can achieve the inevitable, and how we deal with it.. or is that not at the heart of the whole exhibition?
This is the kind of exhibition that you may find yourself thinking thoughts like: Everyone on the planet at present -not that long after I am dead in the grand scheme of things- will all have passed away, will all be gone. To myself, it often feels the idea of being truly dead (as a door nail), usually feels like a stretch of the imagination. Yet, I at times I feel I have rare momentary glimpses into this (often difficult to except) reality.
Sobering, thoughtful, funny, engrossing, therapeutic.
Death: A Self-portrait exhibition at the Wellcome Collection London. Donated by Richard Harris.