Wounds Heal Quicker Than Hasty Words 18th-19th century

Curator: Goya's "Wounds Heal Quicker Than Hasty Words" strikes me as pure theatre. Look at that frenzied energy! Editor: It's got the raw, etched quality of labour and class struggle simmering beneath the surface, a world where words wound deeply, maybe permanently. Curator: True, the aquatint technique adds an almost unbearable weight, like the atmosphere itself is toxic. I sense desperation. Editor: And that desperation is manufactured. Consider Goya's position, his patrons, and how even darkness can be commodified, made into art. Curator: You always bring it back to the market, don't you? But isn't there more? The figures seem trapped between worlds, light and shadow. Editor: And trapped by systems. Maybe that's what Goya's hinting at: the social mechanisms that keep us all in the dark, slinging mud. Curator: A mud that stains. I think I'll be pondering this one for a while. Editor: Me too; the ways that even "wounds" become part of a narrative, a production.