HT to my good friend, Pete Rollins, for this captivating and haunting photo exhibit.
Here is what the exhibit is about:
"This sombre series of portraits taken of people before and after they
had died is a challenging and poignant study. The work by German
photographer Walter Schels and his partner Beate Lakotta, who recorded
interviews with the subjects in their final days, reveals much about
dying - and living.
Life Before Death is at the Wellcome Collection from April 9-May 18"
Once you have read the excerpt on the right hand side of the photo click on the picture. The exhibit can be viewed here.
i found it sad, for many of them were still young. The photos left me feeling scared about my own mortality in light of my own health issues. Also of late, i have been wondering about the seemingly randomness events of life. Where is GOD and is GOD impotent? As noted above, many of the people in this exhibit were mid-life when they expired, so where is this ALL POWERFUL BEING at in the lives of these creatures? Why didn't this BEING intervene with prevention or healing. Sometimes i question the very existence of a Divine Being. i know all the pat answers: "We live in a fallen world. We have free will. GOD'S ways are higher. GOD has a bigger plan/purpose. Yada, yada, yada ...and so forth." These answers just don't cut it for me anymore. Maybe during my fundamentalist Christian interlude they may have assuaged my questions somewhat, as certainty in GOD, the Bible and all other things related to Christianity were to be adhered to lest we go to hell. i think CERTAINTY worship took the place of GOD Worship and FEAR was the motivation rather than LOVE. Yet, it was this interlude that kept me from fully embracing my questions and doubts. i do believe in a Divine Being/GOD but i do appreciate the times i am allowed to question, doubt, and wrestle with anxiety, as all this causes me to grow rather than remain stagnant. The little pat Christian answers of my fundamentalist interlude are now just a cacophony of religious babble and death for my soul. The easy answers smell of rotted flesh.
