A windswept field, a crowded cityscape, the rolling ocean, or high mountaintops. All of these areas can hold a stark natural radiance which can penetrate the soul, yet without a certain element they can leave us cold. Natural beauty is nothing without human drama, and what is more dramatic than the crashing of a plane?

From a Cessena Lite, with it's cheeky near calorie free cargo, to the flesh guzzling might of a Boeing 747, plane crashes are truly things of magic which can inspire us all; not just in an isolated moment, but for the rest of our lives. Even a crowded New York harbour or boring Parisian suburb can be transformed by the rain of twisted metal, skin, and bone.

See the shaking of emotion as eyewittnesses relate to their friends and collegues "I was on the TV, I was on the TV". Marvel at the endlessly looped clips of amateur newsreel and try to ignore the revitalising power of these images. The people who had cancelled flights or luckily not stayed in that hotel are publicly lauded but privately cursed. The more casualties the better, we should not have to rely on crushed pets to arouse our emotional connection to this supreme work of natures expression.

Artists existing Before Planes could have only dreamt about true carnage as they stroked tedious landscapes onto canvas. Matiesse, Gaugin, or Van Gough would have drooled spastically at the thought of a plunging Airbus of Tupolev, gibbered at the blood and flame. Even now some news editors publically masterbate wildly at the reception of blood footage, and most admit to taking a 'private moment'.

"These pictures may make some viewers physically ill" chant the newsreaders gleefully before blowing up and magnifying and repeating. "So Doctor, do you think that this is really the sound of human screams?... well supposing you were a medical doctor, what would you think then?... but hypothetically?... could you describe the looks on their faces, that would be great."

The miracle of flight combined with the emotion of disaster is the ultimate beauty. Horror, fear, anger; all these are provided by the plane crash. Whether big or small, but lets face it the bigger the better, we must see all possible images of this glorious construct of flesh and the elemental. Air, Fire, Earth, and Water combine and explode in perfect harmony.

Let us unite under the beauty of the crashing plane, let the skies be filled with flame and blood, let the news be endless metal and flesh, let the planes feed on us like dogs upon the weak. Let us be free.