Ker-Blam! A gazillion images are uploaded onto the weird and wonderful web.
Ka-Zonk! There goes another bazillion. In just one day there are more images uploaded than all the pictures produced during the whole of the 19th century.
Ka-Zam! A hundred years compressed into a single day. And what does this tell us?
The paintings, sculptures and drawings of the 1800s, 1700s and so on, primarily depicted the story of one section, one class of society, from which it is still possible to limn the shared, universal, cultural, social, religious and philosophical ideas prevalent at the time which have gone on to shape our world.
Today anyone can share their life history or personal preoccupations through social media. Though certainly having its benefits it does mean we have to wade through innumerable selfies, 3am snaps of befuddled naked z-list celebrities and cats that look like Adolf Hitler to find something of lasting cultural importance. This flood of images is creating a new way of communicating, but one that needs to be filtered, contextualised, explained to have any lasting merit.
To put it into blogspeak: In the 19th century nearly all images were filtered (because they cost so much) before being produced. Portraits were commissioned by those who could afford them–the church, the wealthy, the ruling elite, the Empire. Landscapes were usually chosen for prestige–for cultural, historical, symbolic, moral or religious significance–though often nothing more than yon romantic idyll.
But it wasn’t just paintings. One of the more interesting though perhaps strangely ghoulish method of representation from the 1700s on was the life or death mask of the great, the good and the downright infamous. These masks were a way to preserve a true likeness for posterity. Cast in plaster or wax, the finished mask was used as a basis for when producing a statue or relief. The selection process was high–no gym bunnies or beefcake bozos here–just the elite of writers, artists, composers, scientists, philosophers, politicians, royalty and religious leaders made the grade.
The infamous and brutal political and military leader Oliver Cromwell (1599-1658).
Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
The transient pleasures as a vision seem,
And yet we think the greatest pain’s to die.
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