There's a long debate about the rightness of making beautiful depictions of terrible things. I understand that on the surface it can seem like a trite or disrespectful exercise. But there's justification for it ... and a long tradition (specifically, modernism). In all the arts and related traditions, bringing form to things is how we make them comprehensible. And broadly speaking, form and beauty are inexorably tied to each other.
The modernists, lacking metaphysical principles run to, turned instead to formalism and beauty in order to bear the unbearable. Picasso's Guernica is one of the most famous examples.
I'll quote Milan Kundera on another:
"Until Stravinsky, music was never able to give barbaric rites a grand form. We could not imagine them musically. Which means: we could not imagine the BEAUTY of the barbaric. Without its beauty, the barbaric would remain incomprehensible. (I stress this: to know any phenomenon deeply requires understanding its beauty, actual or potential.) Saying that a bloody rite does possess some beauty--there's the scandal, unbearable, unacceptable. And yet, unless we understand this scandal, unless we get to the very bottom of it, we cannot understand much about man. Stravinski gives the barbaric rite a musical form that is powerful and convincing but does not lie: listen to the last section of the "Sacre," the "Danse Sacrale" ("Sacrificial Dance"): it does not dodge the horror. It is there. Merely shown? Not denounced? But if it were denounced--stripped of its beauty, shown in its hideousness--it would be a cheat, a simplification, a piece of "propaganda." It is BECAUSE it is beautiful that the girl's murder is horrible."
Of course, there's a difference between beauty and prettiness, or decoration. We might reasonably be bothered by a needlepoint of the Trade Center collapsing, or painting made with glitter. Or a gum over platinum print, to use Erik's example. But I don't see gratuitous decoration or an effort to prettify in this particular D-type. Just something beautiful in its horror ... or horrible in its beauty. Like much of modernism.
As Robert Adams wrote about Weston's haunting photo of a dead pellican floating in kelp ... "It depicts the mystery at the end of every terror--the survival of form."
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