Know Hope, Know Love, Know Mercy

Edmund Burke once stated, 'Whatever is fitted in any sort to excite the ideas of pain, and danger, that is to say, whatever is in any sort terrible...is a source of the sublime.' I'm not sure it's as black and white as that—but when it comes to nature, it just might be.

Théodore Géricault gives us a harrowing depiction of the survivors of a French naval frigate (The Méduse), who were abandoned by high-ranking officers that fled on the few available lifeboats after unqualified leadership led to a shipwreck.

In this painting, we see the grisly conditions they endured for 13 days—it’s overwhelming. The chaotic pile of bodies stacked on the makeshift raft, the faces of death, desperation, struggle, and the faintest glimmer of hope—all evoke the kind of vast, powerful emotion that defines the sublime.

Here, the sublime isn’t just about beauty—it’s about being confronted with something beyond comprehension: the terrifying power of nature, the raw scale of human suffering, and the moral failure that caused it.

The violent, uncaring sea and sky remind us of our smallness. The emotional pyramid we’re guided through—from death to hope—and the injustice behind it all—that’s what makes this painting a true embodiment of the sublime.

IT'S OCTOBER 1ST. YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. 🐺🌕🦇