So, I finally made it there and this is a review I wrote.
In
a week which saw the death of not just the most influential musician and
cultural icon of the last 45 years, but also one of our greatest, best-loved
actors, it felt like an appropriate time to visit the current exhibition at Bristol City
Museum, entitled Death: The Human Experience.
This
comprehensive exhibition features five sections based on key human experiences
of death - symbols of death; stages of death; attitudes to death; human
remains; and science and ethics – and includes hundreds of objects and images
relating to each aspect from different cultures around the world. These range from the familiarity of a stuffed
crow, a wreath of lilies, and a porcelain mortuary table from the former
Bristol General Hospital, to a reconstruction of a mediaeval plague doctor’s
mask, a Ghanaian fantasy coffin in the shape of a rather fearsome-looking tiger,
a 1900 watercolour copy by archaeologist Adela Breton of a Mayan temple wall
painting featuring human sacrifice, and mummified body parts.
These
are presented alongside interactive features, such as the (variable) point at
which one might be considered dead, and a series of quotes, including Mark
Twain’s rather jaunty assertion, ‘I do not fear death. I had been dead for
billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the
slightest inconvenience from it.’
Rather
surprisingly, given the breadth of objects on display, the item that had the
most effect on me was the first I saw: an X-ray of a (living) skull by Mariele
Neudecker, entitled Truth is an Overrated Virtue, which was startling in its
fragility.
I was also intrigued by another exhibit, entitled An Affidavit Certificate, dated April 21st, 1707, Proving that Thomas Mathew was Buried in Wool, which shows the said Bristolian Thomas's burial preference, as follows:
'These
are to certifie that the body of Thomas Matthews lately de interred in the
parifhe of St Nicolas was not put in, wrapt, wound up or in any shurt, shift,
sheet or shroud, made or mingled with flax, hemp, silk, hair, gold, silver or
other then what is made of sheeps woll only, or in any coffin lined or faced
with any cloth stuff or any other thing what so ever made or mingled with flax,
hemp, silk, hair, gold or silver or any other material but sheeps woll only The
truth where of attefted by ………… as well by their hands and seals herunto selt
and subfcribed as by their refpective oaths taken before me.. one of....
majifties Iuftices of the peace for the.. a fore faid
As witness my hand the 21st
day of the April in the 6th year of the reign of the.... over England and
c....'
The
only minor criticism I have is the tone of some of the information boards which,
in their exhortation to visitors to reflect upon their own journey to death, come
across as slightly patronising at times.
As it is, I left with an enhanced grasp of the sheer normality of death
as the end to which we are all progressing, which shapes our lives and gives
them meaning.
The
entrance fee for Death: The Human Experience, which runs until 13th
March, has been waived, with visitors being encouraged instead to pay what they
think it is worth. I hope very much that the museum makes some money out of
this excellent and well-attended exhibition.
All photos ©Bristol City Museum website
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