Well, after reading the article, I had to look at the pictures. The show is creepy and I can see an artistic aspect to it - in a Dr. Frankenstein/horror movie geek way. The Blood vessel family was the best of the 4 pics.
I saw this in London a year or two ago. I found it facinating. I don't know if I would consider it art, but it is very educational, and not for everyone.
Actually, when I first started Medicine, Anatomy was the one thing that I didn't want to do. I hated the smell of formaldehyde, and I felt like I was being disrespectful to someone that was once living by handling their organs. After all, I didn't ask them if I could.
It was about three months of anatomy before I could even touch anything in the room. I still don't see the appeal of looking into people's insides when they're dead, although I don't have any problem with surgery at all - that seems okay, because the person has consented to us doing what we have to do to fix the problem.
Back in 1994 I was presented with a brain in Neuroscience. I couldn't get over it being a real person. I had to call in "Bernie", so that it was sufficiently non-gender-specific. And I still had to get someone to explore it whilst I looked.
At least I've been able to convince myself that being an organ donor is a good thing if I was ever in an accident!
It is morbid
Date: 2004-09-07 09:21 am (UTC)I don't think I'd be seeing this exhibition if it came to my city.
My 2 cents...
Date: 2004-09-07 09:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-07 11:16 am (UTC)doesn't mean I want to see it, though.
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Date: 2004-09-07 12:08 pm (UTC)And no one can talk to a corpse, of course, that is, of course, unless the corpse is the famous Mr. Dead...
Call me sick but....
Date: 2004-09-07 03:49 pm (UTC)Color me fasinated. Hope it comes to DC :-)
I should have been a doctor. Damn that learning disability!!
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Date: 2004-09-07 09:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-01 05:39 pm (UTC)It was about three months of anatomy before I could even touch anything in the room. I still don't see the appeal of looking into people's insides when they're dead, although I don't have any problem with surgery at all - that seems okay, because the person has consented to us doing what we have to do to fix the problem.
Back in 1994 I was presented with a brain in Neuroscience. I couldn't get over it being a real person. I had to call in "Bernie", so that it was sufficiently non-gender-specific. And I still had to get someone to explore it whilst I looked.
At least I've been able to convince myself that being an organ donor is a good thing if I was ever in an accident!