I can’t get it right in the photo but going absolutely bonkers over the way the colors just like. blur across from the rothko (1950) to the turner (1845). this whole room is full of these abstract colors it’s like they’re bleeding between the picture frames with no regard for time
you know those posts talking about how theres probably a poem somewhere in the image of glow in the dark stars being painted over in landlord white etc? thats how i feel about the submarine filled with rich people that was lost while journeying to the wreck of the titanic. it just feels cyclical, a tragedy turned into a spectacle, turned into a tragedy, turned into a spectacle again. and also about how 39% of first class passengers died aboard the titanic while 76% of third class passengers died. about how a migrant vessel off the coast of Greece sank with hundreds feared dead while help was denied at every turn and how the whole world is rallying to the cause of the missing titan. about how the titanic was often hailed as unsinkable, about the arrogance of power and the lower class bodies left in its wake.
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