Bible stories here, Bible stories there, Bible stories everyw-
Wait, what?
Smack in the middle of one of the farther-in galleries at the DIA exhibit on women artists from the early Renaissance thorugh the Enlightenment, in gigantic proportions with about a dozen different lights illuminating the work, is that disturbing, triggering, ugly scene of Lot and his daughters deciding that they are responsible for repopulating the human race.
And I have to admit, I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
I kind of hated the museum’s curator for it at first. In their defense, they put up “trigger warning” signs in multiple places — but of course that translated in my rebellious brain as something I need to make sure I go see.
So I stood there, transfixed. Stunned and horrified a little more than I had emotionally prepared myself for, because I intellectually knew what was coming. I knew the story. In my late teens, I wanted to pursue a career in sexology specifically to do clinical research on incest survivors and their perpetrators, and in my early twenties I worked directly with sexual abuse survivors at a crisis center near my university.
But this piece. Good lord.
She did something here that broke through my careful compartmentalization and analytical brain, and just made me overwhelmingly, sad.
Needless to say, I was highly impressed.
Shot on Pixel 6 Pro.
Muttering Retreats 