I recently attended an excellent conference at the Northumbria University organised by the sociology of religion group, Socrel, and focused on Religion, Justice and Social Power. Alongside some wonderful papers and a chance to hear about faith-based action for social justice in the Northeast, it was also great to catch up with colleagues and to look around the city of Newcastle. On the way to the conference centre from my hotel I passed both the buildings in the picture above and the Laing Gallery. It was here that I was confronted with two images that have made their mark on me and have remained in my memory long after the rest of my experience of Newcastle and the conference have begun to fade. Both are images of violence, but from different centuries and engaging with violence in very different ways.

The first was Otter Speared by Edwin Landseer, the famous Victorian painter of animals. I knew of the image. In fact, we have a small black and white photograph of it on our ‘Otterhound’ wall. The image is of the Earl of Aberdeen’s otterhounds surrounding a hunter holding a spear on which an otter, still clearly alive, is squirming and lashing out while the hounds salivate and reach out to finish it off. The Guardian in 2010 noted its presence in an exhibition or sporting images at the Bowes Museum in Barnards Castle and makes the case for not exhibiting such a ‘gruesome’ painting. At the time, the newspaper notes, it was taken off permanent display by the Laing because of its ‘gruesome’ and politically incorrect subject matter. Somebody has clearly decided to return it to public display, and I am very glad that they have.
The painting, painted in 1844, is not small and in its original context it was probably something to be seen at a distance, up high on the wall of some baronial manor or another. In the exhibition at the Laing, it was close up, at eye level and very much in your face. The hunter in the image was life-size and the hounds, not all of whom are focused on the otter, appear to tumble out of the picture onto the floor before us. It is a very powerful image and the note on the wall recognises that some people would find it difficult, even offensive. There is so much movement, action and pure lust for blood in the picture. However, it does benefit for being looked at close to, not only for the many beautiful hounds, but also to note, for example, the two trout on the bank that otter has recently hunted and left, sliced open and oozing blood. The hunted is also a hunter and far from a simple expression of the ‘joys’ of hunting, this is a complex image of violence, both human and animal, in many different forms.
Landseer’s Otter Speared is a disturbing image. However, the image that I found particularly compelling, and in many ways even more horrific, speaking much more to the violence of our contemporary cities, was a recent work by Ken Currie. Shot Boy is a ghostly image of a twelve-year-old boy, painted in oils, but looking more like an overexposed photographic negative against a deep blue background. It has the feel of the Turin Shroud as the boy lies, presumably on the mortuary slab, the face hardly discernible but with a series of very clear and obvious gunshot wounds across his chest. It is rare to find a contemporary painting of a dead body and at one level the response is to death. But this is so clearly a violent death that we are forced to confront the events that brought that boy to mortuary slab.
The painting was completed in the mid-1990s, but of course the death of young boys (older boys and some girls) on our streets is still a very real issue. Knives are probably the weapon of choice today, although boys are still shot. I remember, however, in the mid-1990s visiting Chicago with the Department of Theology in Birmingham. One of the key memories of that visit was the response of many churches and others within the inner-urban areas, to a recent rash of shootings, primarily of boys and young men. Much of the response came in the form of art, attempts by the different communities to come to term both with the loss of young lives, but also with the violence (also perpetuated by boys and young men) on the streets around the churches and the residential blocks of the more deprived neighbourhoods of the city. There was an element of hope in those images, or at least of defiance. Never again, they seemed to say, or not in our name. The stillness and finality of Shot Boy does not declare any kind of hope, or even of defiance. It is a very different image of violence to all the noise and action of the Landseer, but it is equally disturbing and perhaps far more resonant of our contemporary society.









