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Over the years I have come back to photographing and writing about sunflowers, just as practically every painter I’ve encountered has included them in their work. I’ve linked them to Blake’s poetry and described the history of their distribution across the world, religious twists included. What is it that draws us to them? Their saturated-color beauty when viewed en masse, their wondrous patterns when viewed in isolation, their ability to signal full, brilliant life as well as elegant decay?

I was thinking of that when encountering a sunflower maze on Sauvies Island last week, your’s to explore if you are willing to enter a farm store and pay $5 for the pleasure. I declined – still staying out of stores, even when wearing a mask and fully vaccinated – and proceeded to just walk around the perimeters.

Some of today’s photographs are from that occasion, others I’ve gathered over time. They were chosen with a focus on pattern, something photography is singularly able to capture when reduced to black & white, in contrast to the magic worked by painters with colors and looser depictions. I thought it would be fun to juxtapose the two – color and pattern – and also remind ourselves that there are interesting sunflower paintings beyond Van Gogh (and even for him some that are lesser known but just as fascinating.)

Let’s start with the Dutch, then, and marvel at the use of color that captures the radiance of these flowers.

Abraham Brueghel added the flower almost like an after thought in the background of the painting.

Abraham Brueghel A still life of fruit and flowers in a footed gadrooned silver vase with a spaniel 1685

His landsman a few centuries later became famous for his favorite subject.

Vincent van Gogh (1853 – 1890), Sunflowers Arles, January 1889 Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam (Vincent van Gogh Foundation)

My preferred of his depictions, however, is this, so fluid and alive even with hints of decay, like little suns floating on water.

Vincent Van Gogh Sunflowers 1887

Paul Gauguin was drawn to the subject as well, but this portrait of his friend Van Gogh is probably one more familiar to viewers than his still-life.

Paul Gauguin Vincent van Gogh painting sunflower 1888

This was the caption from the van Gogh museum site:

Was Van Gogh really painting a vase of sunflowers when his friend Gauguin produced this portrait of him? No, he can’t have been: it was December and far too late in the year for sunflowers. But it’s quite probable that Van Gogh painted a copy of one of his own sunflower pictures around this time. The landscape in the background is also fictional: unlike Van Gogh, Gauguin liked to work from his imagination. They often argued about this. This painting refers to their disagreement. 

Later, Van Gogh wrote about this portrait: ‘My face has lit up a lot since, but it was indeed me, extremely tired and charged with electricity as I was then.’

Diego Rivera, on the other hand, painted sunflowers that are said to reference the style of the greats before him, with, some speculate, a bit of irony. Tahitian beauty with the flower of the Americas?

Diego Rivera Sunflowers, 1921

A spoof of the Impressionist’s short vibrant brush strokes, vividly displayed behind the girl in the painting?

1941

My favorite of his are these sunflowers that seem to provide a shelter, and also act like interested on-lookers, fascinated by the fate of that poor dismembered doll.

Diego Rivera Sunflowers 1943

They are certainly supportive of humankind in many ways. Their seeds are edible and they are rich in vitamin A, vitamin C, calcium, iron and protein. They also act as decontaminators of toxic soil. Sunflowers are so called hyperaccumulators of dangerous heavy metals, extracting in particular radioactive metals, like cesium-137 and strontium-90 from the soil into their stem, leaves and flower head. Sunflower fields have become one way of trying to clean up the results of nuclear disasters, from Chernobyl to Fukushima (although, in the latter case, the wrong species of sunflower was planted, absorbing much less than desired. Pollute and learn.) When the sunflowers in the radiation areas are grown up and before birds become radioactive by eating the seeds, they are harvested and safely disposed of through pyrolysis. This process burns off all of the organic carbon in the plant while leaving the radioactive metals behind. These metals are then vitrified into pyrex glass and stored in a shielded container underground. No wonder the nuclear disarmament movement chose the sunflower as its symbol.

They also absorb some of the most common metal pollutants on our planet, such as cadmium, nickel, zinc, and lead, and so are used these days to clean up industrial pollution sites across the U.S., helping to considerably lower the cost of cleaning toxic soil.

On to the post- impressionists. Sunflowers by Gustav Klimt become more stylized, with a flowery pattern dominating the painting and the configuration foreshadowing his famous “The Kiss.”

Gustav Klimt Sunflower 1906

Egon Schiele returned to the plant over and over again, with most renditions expressing his familiar tendency towards the morbid. This one is still lovely.

Egon Schiele Sunflower 1909

Egon Schiele Autumn Sun 1914

Moving on, there is David Hockney. Not to my taste, but I was amused to learn what other, more educated critics saw in it.

What you don’t see in the interiors you see in the fields: young sunflowers are heliotropic, their heads move with the sun so that they expose themselves to maximum light and warmth which attracts pollinators necessary for reproduction. Ever wondered how they do this, since they don’t have muscles to move their heads? It’s actually an amazing process. Put into simplified terms, their stems grow both at night and during the day. But at night the west side of the stem grows much faster making the head flop eastward in the morning. During the day the opposite is true: the east side of the stem grows more so that by dusk the sunflower head turns westward catching the last of the warming rays. When they are fully grown they end in an eastward looking position to be ready for the sun at earliest possible time. How on earth does nature come up with these tricks????

My favorite still-life for last: Piet Mondrian, who else.

Piet Mondrian Still Life with Sunflower, 1907

Nature’s soothing greens brought inside, the sun’s light seemingly caught and distributed by the flower head, for a soft, shiny day. Wishing us all one of those.

Music today is from Russia. 17th century Tsar, Peter the Great, introduced the sunflower to this country. Suddenly an oil-rich plant, formerly unknown to the Russian Orthodox church, was available to skirt the restrictions assigned to Lent, the season of fasting. The primary rule was to give up sources of fat, both animal and vegetable, with precise designation of exactly which fat rich foods were forbidden. Farmers everywhere began to grow the sunflower since its oils and seed, not on that list, were soon highly coveted during these lean times.

Tigard Surprise: The Heritage Trail

When seeking beauty under my nose (my goal this week,) the city of Tigard is not necessarily the first place that comes to mind. Home to box stores, multiplexes, industrial sites and bathed in exhaust fumes from the unending traffic at the intersections of 99 W and Rt 217, this small community never beckoned for a visit. Well, that could change.

I discovered its Outdoor Museum, open since 2019, by accident. Visiting an amazing upholstery store (waitlist 6 months! should tell you all) to deal with a couch abused for 26 years by boys, dogs and a lounging blog writer who shall remain nameless, I walked down the main street of downtown Tigard, looking at small shops, street cafes and public art until I came to the Rotary Plaza.

A ¾ mi heritage trail begins here, commemorating individual families representative of the history and changes of this community.

Multiple rusty, angular panels mirror the inactive railroad tracks that run parallel to the trail, and display stenciled and printed information about diverse individuals who shaped the history of the place. Historic photographs bring the stories to life, reminding us that although change ultimately happens only through collective efforts, it is individuals who drive and sustain the collective.

The installations were executed by Suenn Ho who’s firm Resolve Architecture has, among others, a large portfolio in the realm of civic and educational design. Five Oaks Museum (check out their on-line exhibits!) provided the documentation. Various art works by contemporary artists are also on display along the way. In truth, it struck me as a hodgepodge of mediums and styles that were far more authentically representative of a community creating a memorial to its history than any uniformly curated exhibition could ever be. It captures caring about a place, rather than depicting it from an elevated perspective.

Here is a look at the displays. The trail starts with Harry Kuehne who built successful businesses in what was then called Tigardville (later shortened to Tigard by the railroad that wanted no confusion with Wilsonville, one of the near-by stops.) Lover of horses, he was owner of a livery stable that rented horses and carts to the general public and traveling sales men who arrived by train. He later branched out to add a farm machinery shop – his story is cleverly used as an entry to the changes that arrived across time, from rural outpost to connection via railroad to the arrival of the automobile and how all that influenced what farmers grew or businesses adapted to.

Those who are commemorated along the trail are testimony to the increasing diversity of the community. The story of Peter Hing represents the contributions of immigrants from China.

The story of John and Annie Cash does not shy away from reminding us of the constitutionally ensconced anti-Black discrimination in our state.

Next we encounter community leader Evangelina “Vangie” Sanchez who fought tirelessly for educational opportunities and integration of Latino children and families.

Then there are Yoshio Hasuike and Sachiko Furuyama. Although he was born in Tigard he did not escape the fate of internment during World War II.

I somehow missed taking a picture of the last station in this series, commemorating Baχawádas Louis Kenoyer, the last known speaker of the Tualatin Kalapuya languages, who provided testimony of this ancestors and his life on the Grand Ronde reservation. Luckily the story can be found here.

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Along the way, three sculptures by Christine Clark, commissioned by the City of Tigard, pick up the rusty tone of the commemorative plates and guide us along the time-line of people’s experiences: Live, Settle, Advance. (2020)

Live (full and detail)
Settle
Advance

Mosaic artist Jennifer Kuhns represents important features for the region in Tualatin Liveblood (2020) with blue mosaic inlays in flowing patterns. They suggest water, the Tualatin river and Fanno Creek being nearby, and show added objects that were important to the tribes of the region.

Add to the eclectic mix two murals who face each other by Joshua Lawyer and MJ Lindo-Lawyer: here is the explanation for the work from the Downtown Tigard Public Art Walking Guide:

“Supported in part by a $75,000 National Endowment for the Arts grant and funding from Washington County Visitors Association, this mural was commissioned by the City of Tigard as part of the Tigard Outdoor Museum project. The mural depicts the Kalapuyan people – a Kalapuya group, the Atfalati, were the Tualatin Valley’s earliest inhabitants – and what they valued most.

The design showcases large animals as spiritual guides. The wolf leads a young woman on her fishing voyage – an activity that had deep cultural significance to the Atfalati, and which remains very popular in the Tualatin Valley to this day. The other contains references to historic cultures, local wildlife, and water.


The two mirroring artworks painted under the 99W underpass show a contrast in color. One is lit up in mainly orange hues, while this mural is muted in blue colors. The dueling colors depict the two extremes of summer and winter. The seasons were vitally important to the Kalapuyan people, who based their seasons on their crop. The murals’ artists chose to depict the duality of nature, with a cooler scene shown here, and then a warmer, brighter scene shown on the opposite wall.”

Joshua Lawyer (2020) I found my kind of humor on his website….
MJ Lindo-Lawyer (2020)

I liked the fact that all of these women were depicted in modern clothing, placing them here and now in a continuum of their native culture, preserved through their elders.

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At the end of the trail you can cross over into Dirksen Nature Park which offers a loop through old growth forest and savannah and eventually leads across Fanno Creek back to where you started, a total of about 3 miles. (Step by step hike description can be found here.)

At the very beginning there is a new playground that displays serious creativity (and likely serious money.) Yet not a kid in sight when I walked by.

That was very different at about a kilometer south where an old playground with rickety structures was teeming with children of all ages and one lonely port-a-potty sported a line. I had to rest for a while and sat on a bench next to picnic tables where some 12 year-old beauties were trying out nail polish, happily chattering away in Russian. Little boys were chasing each other and screaming in Spanish, and two harried moms called to Ahmed and Arjaf, respectively, that it was time to go home. I was thinking about all the settlers that I had just learned about and how happy they would be to see Tigard as a place that made it possible for all to call it home, meeting and mingling at work, at play – and hopefully at the outdoor museum to understand how integration, both legally and factually, had to be fought for by courageous immigrants and their allies.

So where shall we go next?

Music today is from the Mosaic Concert (New music and art by NW women) presented by Cascadia Composers. Lisa Neher’s composition Look within is played by the Delgani String Quartet.

Thistles and Neuronal Networks

I intend to keep my promise to write this week about nothing but uplifting, constructive or beautiful things that I find right under my nose. Here is the second installment, triggered by the beauty of thistles that are in full thistle-down stage in the meadows around me. The fluff formations always remind me of neuronal networks and so it was no coincidence that I ended up looking at neuroscience art. What I settled on, though, were not images, but a truly fun experience with language that you all can have as well.

Among the contestants of the 2021 Art of Neuroscience Contest was an entry by Simon Demeule and Pauline Palma from the University of Montreal/McGill University, an interactive program called

What Lies Ahead.

If you click the link it will bring up a few words of explanation and then the invitation to start writing – just type in your first line (no need to click anywhere) and you will see what unfolds. The program is an interactive poetic experience that explores themes of artificial intelligence, language, psychology, and intent. Here is their explanation:

Through a simple text-based interface, this piece creates a game of exquisite corpse between the participant and a text-generating AI, an altered version of GPT-2 trained on the vast Gutenberg English literature corpus. As the synthetic responses unfold, words cascade through all configurations considered by the algorithm, partly unveiling the black box process within. The human tendencies captured by the algorithm resurface, produced by a machine that fundamentally lacks intent. 

As the participant is presented with ambiguity and absurdity, their cognitive ability to bridge gaps and construct meaning becomes the guiding force that steers the evolution of the piece. In turn, participant’s input feeds the algorithm, thereby prompting interpretation again. Through this cyclical, almost conversational process, a unique poem emerges. 

This project was created through the Convergence Initiative, an organisation dedicated to encouraging interdisciplinary work between the arts and sciences.

I tried it out immediately and realized it would not give me the whole poem at the end. I then took screenshots of the evolution of the next “poem”. Here is what AI and I came up with, our combined brilliance now preserved for all posterity …(Their text on white background):

It is really a fun process if a little disjointed, so I tried once again. Note it is an AI program that was trained on literary Greats, randomly sampling and weighing and spitting out these words.

And here is a poem when a gifted, emotional, no-holds barred wordsmith attacks the thistle theme:

Thistles

by Ted Hughes

Against the rubber tongues of cows and the hoeing hands of men
Thistles spike the summer air
And crackle open under a blue-black pressure.

Every one a revengeful burst
Of resurrection, a grasped fistful
Of splintered weapons and Icelandic frost thrust up

From the underground stain of a decayed Viking.
They are like pale hair and the gutturals of dialects.
Every one manages a plume of blood.

Then they grow grey like men.
Mown down, it is a feud. Their sons appear
Stiff with weapons, fighting back over the same ground.

Can we all agree we should leave poetry to actual human beings on their own???

If you still have time and inclination, go back to the art of neuroscience site and look at the other entries – there is so much ingenuity to explore, photography and sculpture included. 175 contestants from over 20 countries submitted nearly 300 submissions, of which one winner and several honorable mentions and staff picks were published.

Album today is Robert Burn’s poetry set to music. The thistle is Scotland’s national flower.

Beaverton Joy: La Strada dei Pastelli

We could practically be drowning in sadness, between the Haitian earthquake, the heartbreaking plight and betrayal of the Afghan people, the disregard for life and health of Americans of all ages by powers that have made the undermining of health advice an ideological litmus test, and last but not least the relentless, uncurbed advance of climate catastrophe. I will have to fight against being sucked under, and decided the best way to do this is to write this week about nothing but uplifting, constructive or beautiful things right under my nose. Preferably all three.

I found them but a 15 minute drive away, early Sunday morning in Beaverton, OR. One of the consequences of being immuno-compromised is the inability to go to places where lots of people mingle, like Saturday’s Beaverton Night Market, an annual event that showcases art and crafts from many different sources. Luckily, some of Saturday’s creative output remained when I went over early Sunday morning,

with the only other people around some of the chalk artists, a professional photographer

and the hard-working clean-up crews.

What had drawn me was La Strada dei Pastelli, the work of a number of professional chalk artists loosely centered around a theme of portraits from diverse cultural backgrounds. It ranged from beautiful to whimsical to poignant, with impressive detail and above all a luminosity that momentarily replaced any dark thoughts. Mission accomplished! The artistic event was produced by 2D4D, an organization that “intends to empower, engage and advocate 2 D artists and those working on time-based creations (4D) to magnify collective social impact.”

“We believe that it is through our collective voice, works, and actions that the arts inspire, provoke, enhance, and contribute to the emotional and economic well-being of our region. 2D4D does this by providing free and low-cost classes, workshops, networking events, exhibition and performance opportunities each designed to expose the value, function, and necessity for social diversity and dialog. This is only possible by bridging interaction between the arts and non-arts communities to recognize that each supports the other.”

As luck would have it, two of the artists were already on site, touching up on their creations. Jessi Queen who hails from Atlanta, GA, traveled widely after art school and before the pandemic, and has been awarded numerous prizes for her portraits, nationally and internationally. She also does web design and the top of her website clarified her approach with two headings: ART: a question to a problem – see it. DESIGN: a solution to a problem – experience it. Her chalk portrait certainly allowed me to do both.

Jolene Rose Russell lives in Sacramento, CA. With a BFA from the University of California, Santa Cruz with an emphasis in painting and drawing, she has focussed on large-scale artwork for corporate, retail and residential spaces. Her passion, though, is still the chalk street art that she started out with. Her self-portrait emphasized the part of her heritage that is Scottish (the Russell Tartan included) with a nod to making the hair a bit more in line with the ancestral average. A 2019 trip to Scotland included vigorous hiking and obviously a lot of creative stimulation. I was struck not so much by issues of resemblance as by the sheer luminosity she was able to bring across even in bright morning light which tends to wash out some of the effect. Pretty amazing.

A good “drawer” she is!

The remaining portraits I saw had to be explored on their own, with no artist there at the early Sunday hour. There was the Moon Goddess by Sharyn Chan from Santa Barbara, CA.

Placed right in front of the library, there was this beauty by Joel Yau, who lives in Marin County North of San Francisco.

And there was Jennifer Ripassa from La Mirada, CA, with patterns galore.

A very different landscape opened up next to the kids’ play area, which by itself had some nice chalk enticements.

A fairy-tale vista by Shelley Brenner, gnomes included, impressed not only with whimsey but also with some intense optical illusion. Drawn out in lengthened perspective, it shrunk to a perfectly proportioned, 3-D painting when viewed from the right angle.

This photographer wisely brought his own ladder, I made due with a rickety stump to document the effect. My ladder-schlepping days are over….

You, too, can book a pigment of your imagination by these artists, something I will remember should we ever have anything to celebrate again.

The work that spoke most closely to my own affinities as a photographer and immigrant, was a drawing of an old black&white photograph embedded in a suggested NW landscape.

Susan L. Charnquist is a Pacific Northwest artist who is sensitive not just to the history of the region but the state of its nature as well. Other Beaverton work (where she went to high school some years ago) that I had seen previously, attests to that.

Mural (2021) on Westside of Ickabod’s Bar and Grill

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It was a quiet morning in Beaverton, and I wondered how a small town had produced or attracted so much talent. It often takes only a few dedicated, knowledgable and passionate people to get the ball rolling (and, oh, does Beaverton have them), but it takes so much more to sustain it, particularly during economic hard times and additional stressors like a pandemic. Now the heat, too. One of the two days of the Night Market had to be canceled due to the heat advisory, just think of the loss of revenue.

And of course Beaverton is not just putting on these outdoor festivals that are so amenable to introduce family and children to artistic ventures. The city has a dedicated Public Arts Program, that includes public art works, murals and revolving exhibits.

Currently under construction is the Patricia Reser Center for the Arts, a $48 million dollar project in public-private partnership together with the Beaverton Arts Foundation that promises to be a world–class multidisciplinary arts center offering more access to arts, entertainment, and educational programming for residents and visitors. “It will be an arts and entertainment destination drawing from far and wide; a home for a variety of touring programs, professional performances, and a much–needed rental resource to regional arts groups. The Reser Center will offer educational and family programming in the visual and performing arts, and will host business, civic and social events.” Can’t wait to see it.

In the meantime, I wandered through the still sleepy streets, with the old and the new, kitty corner to each other, providing contrast,

and where Tattoo parlors, businesses and a Masonic lodge share a few city blocks.

The local flower shop is conveniently located across a funeral parlor, luring the Connors of the world with free roses, and showing a sensible approach to the times in other ways as well: just look at the heat proof plants on offer.

Beautification in back alleys and parking lots provided joyful surprises,

overlooked by one of the larger beauties of them all. The mural from the 2017 Forest for the Trees project is by Drew Merritt and called Portrait of Resilience – that title might be an apt description of Beaverton and its arts community as well.

Although, on the sidewalk, the small stuff for the short set still resonated just as loudly. No room for sadness on this Sunday morning, as was the intention.

Music today is by Paul Dessau who composed for Bertholdt Brecht’s plays, the Caucasian Chalk Circle included (I am not posting that because it is too much about war…) Here is his 2nd symphony.

Giant Trolls

Somehow the trolls escaped their storage in one of the boxes full of the boys’ childhood toys. They emerged in February, popped up in ever changing locations, the perfect enticement to walk through the house to find them, which provided post-surgery exercise and cheer at the same time. Sometimes they were easily visible, sometimes you chanced upon them when opening the fridge or a drawer, at times they even ventured onto the windowsill, the laundry line or balcony railings outside. It was just a sweet game, a playful distraction during hard months, one of the ever-loving gestures of my beloved.

Their gigantic cousins, not plastic casts made-in-China, but hand-crafted wooden sculptures with individualized personalities and features, can be found across the world in various parks and natural locations, from Puerto Rico to South Korea. The Danish sculptor Thomas Dambo even provides a troll map so you can locate individual sites during your travels. (If you open the map and click on any X it will pop up a drawing; if you click on that you get location and photos.) The closest to us here in Oregon is a site in Colorado and a recent one in Wyoming; my readers overseas have plenty of choices in Denmark in particular.

Sculpture Mama Mimi, Jackson Hole, US – 2021

They are huge, they are whimsical, and they are probably perfect magnets to get the kids to walk in the woods. Made of recycled wood they are placed to encourage interaction, yet always in cooperation with park administrations to avoid sensitive land destruction. Here is a fun clip how the recycle artist, marooned in Denmark by the pandemic, bereft of all of his international assignments, decided to create a covid-19- proof treasure hunt all across parks in the small country, with 10 sculptures to be found by people in general lockdown.

“The way I trolled Covid-19,” were his words describing the project, words that alerted me to the fact that trolling has become a verb. It is an expression that we most often encounter in the context of internet exchanges that are hurtful and vicious towards a variety of chosen targets.

Sculpture called Isak Heartstone, Breckenridge, CO – 2018. Some 3000 visitors daily had neighbors so angry that the sculpture had to be removed

According to the Urban Dictionary, trolling “is the deliberate act…of making random, unsolicited and/or controversial comments on various internet forums with the intent to provoke an emotional knee jerk reaction from unsuspecting readers to engage in a fight or argument.” It is defined as a malicious online behaviour, characterised by aggressive and deliberate provocation of others. “Trolls” seek to provoke, upset and harm others via inflammatory messages and posts.

The consequences range from rolling your eyes and blocking the offensive party, to depression, social anxiety, loss in self-esteem and even suicide. In fact there are internet forums geared toward publicly provoking self-harming behavior and live watching the results of their sadism. But generally, the insults just appear on your own twitter or other social media handle.

Online abusers can cause hurt to others, and do so repetitively, without interruption and all the while are protected by the safety that anonymity provides in cyberspace. Studies suggest that they might be driven by their own past trauma as a victim of similar behaviour, or simply to satisfy the needs created by their narcissistic psychopathic personality traits. Either way, the research behind online trolling or abusive behaviour is in its infancy, much like the existence of these sites. Research on criminal narratives, if a sample of abusers could be accessed, would build on this emerging area of study, and provide insight into the roles that these abusers see themselves playing.”

Bernheim Forest Giants, Kentucky, US – 2019

Studies show that the on-line harassment has also economic consequences. In Australia, for example, they estimated in 2019 that online harassment and cyberhate had cost an estimated total of $3.7 billion dollars in health costs and lost income. If anything, things have gotten more frequent and intense since then, with the Olympics creating a fire storm for online trolls. Female athletes were harassed by anti-feminist trolls for their hair styles, under-performing athletes were insulted, and nationalism had a field-day slinging insults at foreign athletes. Can you imagine the pressure you are under to perform in an event like this and then come home to thousand of insult dragging you through the mud? If not, talk to LeBron James – he is claimed to be the most trolled athlete in the world.

One of the worst form of trolling is called doxing, having personal details published to intimidate the recipient or impersonating someone. This has become a relevant factor in our current political landscape, where people post home and workplace addresses of those they want to hurt, with enough crazies with weapons out there now enabled to act out on perceived “traitors.” It is not just famous people who have become targets, like Dr. Fauci who needs security personnel; it is also done to people on local levels who have spoken out against conspiracy theories or in favor of controversial policies, as public health officials, election officials, on school boards, or in community forums. Sickening.

Sculpture Hans Hulehand, Odense, Denmark – 2020

So what can one do when faced with trolling? DO NOT FEED them, first of all, never respond to the hate, even with logic or by changing your own comments that triggered their outbursts. You can also report or flag trolls with administrators of social media; that might at least lead to those comments being hidden, if not to banning the troll outright. Talk to other people you trust, your friends, colleagues or people in mental health professions, if you your reactions overwhelm you and you find yourself unable to shrug the hate off, taking it personal. Take a break from social media – recommended highly even if you were never exposed to trolling – to get away from a world that sustains and fosters misery and hate.

If all else fails, make trolls your personal adventure in real life – the little ones are perfect for that, the giant ones even better should they move you to travel and be distracted by the beauty of the world. Well, worth a try.

Music is Grieg’s March of the trolls, surprisingly fast.

If you are in the mood for the full Peer Gynt Suite, go here.

And here is a gem – a 1946 radio staging of Ibsen’s Peer Gynt (the folktale play that forms the basis for Grieg’s Suite), with Laurence Olivier as the troll king and Grieg’s music. Do yourself a favor and listen at least to the first 5 minutes, (fast)language at its best once the play starts.

Sculpture Simon & Anine, Aarhus, Denmark – 2016

Giant Contrasts

I had hoped to post something refreshing today, a day where we yet again reach temperatures above the 100 degree mark. Maybe art installed below the surface of the sea would do the trick. Seeing the sculptures suspended in that green/ blue element might indeed have a cooling effect when imagining yourself among them. In contrast, thinking about those sculptures, as the artist intended, might make you hot all over again, since they tackle ocean preservation, the perils of climate change and the refugee crisis in ways that impress on us the dire facts we are facing.

Crossing the Rubicon, 2017, 41 life-sized sculptures and a wall, Lanzarote, Canary Islands.

I found Jason deCaires Taylor‘s work on a site called ArtworksforChange which addresses environmental issues and has a particularly nifty link: featured tours of selected art projects by environmental organizations like Earthday Network, Oceana, Global Footprint Network, World Wildlife Fund and The Natural Resources Defense Council. (I’ve linked to their tour as just one example.)

DeCaires Taylor, trained at the London School of Arts, has lived, worked and installed his sculptures made of marine concrete (pH neutral cement, fibers and aggregates) across the world, in different oceans. Whether executed in Mexico, the Canary Islands, the Caribbean, Cyprus or Australia, the work is designed for impact on many different levels.

Jason deCaires Taylor Sculpture, 2021, at Museum Park Aiya Napa, Cyprus

It engages communities who live by and from the ocean and brings them (and their ecological plight after hurricanes, for example) attention as well as tourism $$.

Jason deCaires Taylor, Sculptures of 90 fishermen and women, 2009,  Isla Mujeres, Cancun, Mexico

It provides new habitat for marine life, from surfaces that encourage coral and sponge growth to spacing that helps aggregate fish to constellations that provide sheltered homes for crustaceans.

2009, Cancun, Mexico

And, importantly, it lures divers away from sensitive coral reefs to dive at these underwater museum parks instead.

Jason deCaires Taylor, Ring of Children 2006, Grenada, Caribbean

Here is a short clip where he explains his approach and offers visual footage of the process.

To rebuild natural habitats and mitigate damage caused by tourism to at-risk underwater areas, the sculptor engages in a collaborative process between scientists and other experts which helps him build up a knowledge of materials and conservation that defines his work. He also collaborates with local communities (to the tune of 850 life sized sculptures by now, encompassing everyone from yoga instructors and fishermen to nuns and a two-year old boy,) which gives them a sense of ownership of the reefs. His philosophy as expressed in an Podcast from the Modern Met:

I think artists have a moral obligation,” he explains to us. “We’re really important for helping to shape people’s feelings and emotions and inspire people and warn people about what’s happening. And I think scientists are very good at producing the data that supports it. But I think what’s really important is to be able to emotionally connect to people to help inspire social change. And I think that’s where we come in.”

His newest project has just been launched off the coast of the resort city of Ayia Napa in Cyprus, featuring over 90 figurative and nature-inspired sculptures installed at the seabed of a marine protected area. Here is a sampling of many of the new sculptures from his website.

Cyprus is an example of the threats to our natural world in more ways than one. The island, like so many of the neighboring regions in the Mediterranean, has faced incredible loss through fires, human life above all. We know what pollutes the oceans. We also know what contributes to wild fires. But in this particular case there is a nasty twist. A lot of the houses with large yards on the island are owned by British people or other Europeans able to afford an island getaway (Cyprus has an intense night life and party scene as well.) Many of these absentee owners have not traveled there for almost 2 years due to risks of Covid-19 with the consequence that their yards, usually tended before or upon arrival, sprouted large amounts of high and drying grasses or other weeds – all fueling the fires in ways that never happened when owners were present. In reverse, many Cypriots usually leave Cyprus during the hot summers. Because of the pandemic they stayed home, and subsequently grilling, barbecues or careless cigarettes have caused multiple incendiary incidents. (Ref.)

It is obviously a conflagration of dire events. And we are reminded, AGAIN, by this week’s UN Climate Science Report that theoretically we could do something, but that time is running out and the current inertia leaves no grounds for optimism. This NYT article speaks to the history and the potential future.

Jason deCaires Taylor MUSAN – Museum of Underwater Sculpture Aiya Napa, 2021

Giant contrasts between fires, floods, rising oceans, but they all have destructive power in common. Maybe we’ll join those underwater sculpture populations soon whether we’d like to or not – now there is a freezing thought.

Photographs are of natural maritime sculptures, the only one this non-diver has access to.

Music today is from Cyprus, with both Greek and Turkish artists united.

From Micro to Cosmic Scale

Let’s end this week with a smile and a frown given my eternal attempts at balanced reporting.

(Photographs, since the topics range from small/close to huge/far, are of things in-between – the clouds I photographed this week.)

Smiles first. A flourishing of miniature scale art offerings is delivered to your neighborhood, or theoretically could be, by Free Little Art Galleries . FLAGs are found in numerous cities across the nation since 2017, many added during the pandemic. Modeled after the free little libraries where used books are offered at cute boxes on our streets, these FLAGs offer tiny pieces of art to be exchanged for your one creations or simply taken home. Or admired. Or smiled at.

These galleries can be spotted in Atlanta,GA, Oakland, Calif.Phoenix,AZ, Hyattsville, Md., and in Eugene,OR, to name a few. One of the most prominent ones was started by artist Stacey Milrany and is located in Seattle, WA. The box contains tiny props like gallery furniture and patrons in addition to constantly changing art, of a quality that regularly goes beyond laypeople’s creative urgings.

That said, I think one of the biggest achievements of these share sites is the invitation it gives to all of us, artists, lay people and children alike, to BE creative. They beckon you in, mostly without quality expectation or control, the small size making access easier than having to paint or draw large works. What encouragement if you see your art has been picked up by someone, a regular occurrence with free offerings.

Of course, not all of them are free. Here in Portland we have a mini gallery at Morrison Street that features small scale works by local artists for sale, exchanged monthly. June was planned for needlework cacti.

And not all of them are found on the street. Miniature art works by notable artists will be exhibited later this month in more traditional surrounds as well. Pallant House Art Gallery in England is curating a major show featuring 80 artists. No trade-in for your own works, I’m afraid….

“Staged in a less than five-foot-long display case, Masterpieces in Miniature: The 2021 Model Art Gallery, will make its debut on 26 June at the English gallery. It will feature new works by high-profile artists like Damien Hirst, Magdalene Odundo, Fiona Rae, Pablo Bronstein and Rachel Whiteread, created over the past year using a variety of mediums, including sculpture, ceramics, photography and painting. Filling an entire room of the model will be a miniature installation by John Akomfrah.”(Ref.)

So why go big if you can go small? Or, and this is the part where the frowning starts, why go cosmic, when the cost attached to that could provide solutions for so many sources of suffering here on earth? I am, of course, talking about the news that Jeff Bezos and his invited brother are going into space for 11 minutes later this summer. He built his space flight company Blue Origin over the last 20 years, and will be on its inaugural flight. You can personally bid (in excess of $ 3.000.000) if you want to join them in July. You’d be among 6000 other bidders of whom we know so far, hailing from 143 countries.

Generally, people can visit the NASA space station (which has cost us tax payers in excess of $ 100 billion,)if you can spare $10 million for each private astronaut mission — for crew time to support flights to the space station, mission planning and communications. It also charges other, smaller fees, including $2,000 a day per person for food. Must get hungry, up there in space. That’s down from $55 million that early space visitors laid down.

So much wealth. So much waste.

I join in Gil Scott Heron’s assessment expressed below:

Bezos &Co. are of course more likely to pump this Whitaker piece through the rocket loudspeakers…

But they are unlikely to take the kind of luggage that their wealthy predecessors had schlepped by the help. A new book delves into the Louis Vuitton archives to describe a history of early travel by the 1 %… little has changed about privilege, I guess, other than the speed and distance covered. Because you can.

Large Scale

I’ll let you in on a well-guarded secret (and don’t you ever tell.) I read New York Magazine’s Madame Clairvoyant’s Horoscopes on occasion, not for the prediction (I don’t believe in astrology, case closed) but for her ingenious ways of formulating things vaguely and psychological astute enough that they can be a projection screen for whatever is likely going on in anyone’s life. Below is last week’s example.

Lately, it feels hard to carve out the space you need for yourself. Everyone else asks for so much care and attention from you that by the end of the day, it feels like there’s no time left for yourself, no energy left for dreaming. So this week, reserve some time — even if it’s only a few minutes — to be alone, free from anyone else’s wants, free from being seen at all. There’s a wonderful, vital luxury in these temporary moments of escape. You can rediscover your own inner landscape and the secret beauty it holds.

Who couldn’t relate?? Who wouldn’t agree? It felt particularly fitting since “space” is the blog topic of the week. However, upon inspection my inner landscape did not reveal some secret beauty. It did offer a sacrilegious thought, though, that the work that I am introducing today, is comparable to horoscopes. Create something sufficiently malleable and supersede it with a disambiguating interpretation or label, and before you know it everyone discovers the applied parallels.

1.78 BORÅS, SWEDEN, 2021 Photograph from website

Janet Echelman works with nets and light, created on a LARGE scale, originally described as capturing a sense of place, or site-specific history. They are eye candy. Which is not to say that they don’t impress some with the considerations, craft and technology that goes into producing them. Their story of origin is almost too perfect. Young artist sent to tropical climes to teach painting to the locals, tools and materials never arrive; walk on the beach exposes fishermen drying their nets in the winds, sculptural configurations that lead to stand-in use of nets as medium, in ever larger dimensions and sophistication. No longer young artist is now teaching at Ivy Leage institutions and in incredible international demand, both for temporary exhibitions and permanent installations.

Janet Echelman projects across the last decade, https://www.echelman.com

Critics that used to hedge their bets, (“giving crafts a coolly conceptual edge,” NYT in 2015) are now glowing, just like the installations they revere. A meteoric career.

My horoscope analogy of multi-layered interpretation was originally triggered by a work close to home, an installation at the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation. Titled Impatient Optimist (perhaps in anticipation of the legal approach of divorce lawyers) the sculpture is meant to express the spirit of the Foundation’s work and mission.

Janet Echelman Impatient Optimist – Photograph from website

The shape of the sculpture is derived from color data of the Seattle sky, photographed evers 5 minuted across a 24 hour interval, analyzed and graphed radially to generate the form. At night, lighting is added that echoes, in real time, the sun rises of the foundation’s office locations around the globe. “This connects the work happening in the campus to the tangible services being delivered to people around the world.The sculpture net is a physical manifestation of connectedness. The number of knots alludes to the notion that the work of a single person can affect a million lives. When a single element of the sculpture moves, every other element is affected.” (Ref.)

Note, there is a lot of thought and specific detail going into the creation. For the uninformed viewer, though, so many alternative interpretations are possible. Glass bowl came to mind for this one, given Seattle’s famous glass blowing studios, or drag net, given the Pacific Fishing Industries base in Seattle, or – well, you can probably come up with some additional interpretations without much effort.

The same struck me to be likely for an installation in Greensboro, North Carolina, titled “Where We Met”. Made up of over 35 miles of technical twine woven into 242,800 knots, the sculpture was inspired by Greensboro’s history as a railroad and textile hub. “When I was asked to give visual form to the history of Greensboro and the textile tradition of North Carolina, I began with research,” explains Janet Echelman. “I discovered that Greensboro was nicknamed the “Gateway City” because six railroad lines intersected there, and I started tracing the railway lines and marking the historic textile mills that dotted the routes.

Railroad convergence? Tulips? Brightly colored tissue wrappings of a birthday gift? Does it actually matter? Don’t we always imbue a piece of art or craft with our own interpretation? As we do horoscopes? Isn’t it about the psychological kernel of truths that serve as guiding reminders for the latter, or the aesthetic experience that shapes the appreciation of the former? So why do I not take to this work? Is it a generalized aversion to size on steroids, or a reactivity to unavoidable exposure – you cannot not see them and their alteration of space. There are also environmental concerns for bird safety. Echelman claims no bird was ever caught and hurt in those nets, but that does not take into account what light pollution does, particularly for migrating species.

Some of Echelman’s works are less tied to a sense of place and more to global events, with the added bonus that it allows for the sculptures to be more applicable across the exhibition circuit in diverse locations. One of a series of sculptures corresponds to a map of the energy released across the Pacific Ocean during the Tohoku earthquake and tsunami, one of the most devastating natural disasters in recorded history. The event was so powerful it shifted the earth on its axis and shortened the day, March 11, 2011, by 1.8 millionths of a second, lending work below its title. The sculpture’s form was inspired by data sets of the tsunami’s wave heights rippling across the entire Pacific Ocean. “The artwork delves into content related to our complex interdependencies with larger cycles of time and our physical world.”

Janet Echelman 1.8 Photograph from website

The photograph was taken in London; the installation was also shown in a group show some time earlier at the Smithsonian American Art Museum. SAAM’s exhibition included Jennifer Angus, Chakaia Booker, Gabriel Dawe, Tara Donovan, Patrick Dougherty, Janet Echelman, John Grade, Maya Lin, and Leo Villareal.

From the museum blurb: “They are connected by their interest in creating large-scale installations from unexpected materials. Index cards, marbles, strips of wood—all objects so commonplace and ordinary we often overlook them—were assembled, massed, and juxtaposed to utterly transform spaces and engage us in the most surprising ways. The works are expressions of process, labor, and materials that are grounded in our everyday world, but that combine to produce awe-inspiring results.” The title? Artists of Wonder.

I do wonder.

No music found for fishing nets, but two pieces about large scale water displays, Ravel inspired by Liszt.

Photographs accordingly, large scale trick fountains (also affected by wind and manipulated by lighting at night like the installations) in Longwood Gardens.

Small Scale

The neighborhood where I have now lived for 35 years is utterly familiar, yet also undergoing constant change. On a larger scale, there are endless trees cut for sub-divisions or single housing, people leaving, people moving in. Families with young children are a welcome addition, and you now hear other languages than plain English on your walks. On a smaller scale, my garden surprises me every year with unpredictable change. This year there’s nary a blueberry on the bush that bent over with them last year, tons of foxgloves have self-seeded, brought in by the wind or the deer, attracting a plethora of bees. The daisies have finally outnumbered the buttercups in the lawn, which took only about 5 years, and the fuchsias have decided to become trees, in full bloom already. It all provides a sense of place.

Italy

It is much harder to get a true sense of place if you only visit, and that for short amounts of time. What will define it when you travel? Your visual impressions? Your interaction with the locals? The landscape that defines the surrounds or the climate? The history that you read up on, maybe? Are you a better able to “get” a place, if you have widely traveled and so can make comparisons? If you go in utterly naive or geared by expectations based on external introductions? Will coincidences play a role, an aversive experience at the hotel, or an unanticipated encounter with the nicest people? These latter events might shape, perhaps, whether you like a place or not, which is different from having a sense of place.

Belgium
Holland

Here is the cause for these musings: Anastasia Savinova, a Ukrainian artist based in Sweden, has generated some creative photo collages, trying to extract a sense of place – Genius Loci – from a large scale entity, a city or rural area, and then injecting it into a small scale object, a building. Guided by architectural cues, visual details, a good sense for local prevalence of certain colors, she constructed these buildings into formations that capture the shapes or ornamentation or idiosyncrasies of places like Paris, Bruxelles, Berlin, and cities in Italy and Holland. I had immediate recognition, before reading the labels for most cities, from my own travels which are guided by visual exploration more than anything else, which meant she really captured something that is specific to each place. Pretty nifty.

Paris
Berlin

The most successful montages, less compressed and calmer, are, in my opinion, the ones that depict places in her geographic vicinity, the Scandinavian countries she lives in or has often visited. Perhaps longstanding exposure. living in a place, leads to true familiarity. This in turn allows you to distill an essence after all, not just a jumbling of multitudinous elements that caught your attention on the road, no matter how much they are part of the reality of those cities. Whatever one thinks of the printed works – they might speak more to those who have the lovely jolt of recognition – the idea itself is creative.

Will I ever travel again? Will the experience change after this eternal time of confinement? Why can my desire to roam not be stilled, even when I have the perfect model right in front of me, a wonderfully snippy ode to small scale familiarity by Billy Collins?

                                            
                 A Sense of Place


If things had happened differently,
Maine or upper Michigan
might have given me a sense of place–

a topic that now consumes 87%
of all commentary on American literature.

I might have run naked by a bayou
or been beaten near a shrouded cove on a coastline.

Arizona could have raised me.
Even New York’s Westchester County
with its stone walls scurrying up into the woods
could have been the spot to drop a couple of roots.

But as it is, the only thing that gives me
a sense of place is this upholstered chair
with its dark brown covers,
angled into a room near a corner window.

I am the native son of only this wingback seat
standing dutifully on four squat legs,
its two arms open in welcome,

illuminated by a swan-neck lamp
and accompanied by a dog-like hassock,
the closest thing a chair has to a pet.

This is my landscape–
a tobacco-colored room,
the ceiling with its river-like crack,
the pond of a mirror on one wall
a pen and ink drawing of a snarling fish on another.

And behind me, a long porch
from which the sky may be viewed,
sometimes stippled with high clouds,
and crossed now and then by a passing bird–
little courier with someplace to go–

other days crowded with thunderheads,
the light turning an alarming green,
the air stirred by the nostrils of apocalyptic horses,
and me slumped in my chair, my back to it all.

by       Billy Collins

Photographs were chosen to add life to the depicted places – people I photographed in the cities captured in the collages.

Music will stretch our brain a bit, a beautiful performance by the Kronos Quartett. I figured a focus on the planet is needed to balance out a focus on an armchair….

Scents and Sensibility

When you catch me reading Popular Mechanics you know something is off. Well, you should know if you are a regular reader. In fact, all of today’s musings came about because something was off: my (insensible) assumption that irises have no smell. From flowers to a popular mechanics article – it’s been an interesting ride. Let me drag you along.

I have been photographing irises in my neighborhood across the last week, thinking I might do a bit on painters who were drawn to these showy plants. Along the way I was wondering why some flowers smell and others don’t, believing that the latter was true for irises. It turns out they do smell, if faintly, as long as you stick your nose into the blossom. It also seems to be the case that the rarest of perfume ingredients is delivered by irises, although by their roots – orris roots. The reason the stuff is so precious has to do with the fact that when you harvest the rhizomes you have to store them (insect- and fungus-proof) for 3 to 4 years in order for them to develop some scent.

My general question about smell vs no smell had a pretty straightforward answer: if plants are pollinated by birds (wildflowers, hibiscus and many other tropical plants, for example) then scent is unnecessary since birds don’t have an olfactory sense. If plants need insect pollinators, then they want to smell good to guide bees or other critters to the blossoms. And here it gets truly interesting: there is an insane calibration going on between what insects are around, when they are around, and how the plants maximize their attractiveness in idiosyncratic ways. (I was told across the dinner table that all that is taught in 5th grade – well, I must have played hooky…)

Let’s start with time: flowers who are pollinated by moths or bats smell the strongest in the evening into the night. Others prefer morning or afternoon, depending on who is most active during those times, bees and butterflies included. The period before blossoms open widely, and when they are almost spent and have been already sufficiently pollinated, matter as well. During these times the plant produces few volatiles (as the scent molecules are called in science speak), sparing their pollinators effort without reward.

Each scent sends specific signals, often across long distances, attracting those who are the best match. Species pollinated by bees and flies have sweet scents, while those pollinated by beetles have strong musty, spicy, or fruity smells. Successful pollination is of course essential to agricultural crops and fruit-bearing trees, so maximizing your chances of getting the right insect to the right plant is what scent is all about.

Next, leave it to us humans to put a wrench in the works. Flowers smell far less intensely these days than they used to. Selective breeding of flowers has focused on many attributes, all of which seem to have had a detrimental effect on the genetic make-up responsible for odors. Breeders in the cut-flower and ornamental plants market have concentrated on aesthetics (color and shape,)improved vase life and shipping characteristics.So long, scents….

Which finally brings me to Popular Mechanics, where I found, while learning about all this genetic engineering, an article that talks about genetic engineering of scents in reverse order. The plants are no longer among us, but scientists are able to recreate their scent with pretty nifty synthetic chemistry. Scientists from a Boston-based synthetic biology company Ginkgo Bioworks, a smell researcher and an artist teamed up to re-create the scents from extinct plants. They got DNA extracted from specimens of three plants stored at Harvard University’s Herbaria, and used synthetic biology to predict and resynthesize gene sequences that might be responsible for the smell. Using Ginkgo’s findings, Sissel Tolaas used her expertise to reconstruct the flowers’ smells in her lab, using identical or comparative smell molecules.

The smells they tried to resurrect were from plants that where killed off by human expansion: Hibiscadelphus wilderianus, a plant from Hawaii last seen in 1912, destroyed by cattle ranching; Orbexilum stipulatum, a scurf pea that was drowned when a dam built in the Ohio River flooded its habitat in 1920; and the Wynberg Conebush, native to South Africa, superseded by vineyards in Cape Town. The collaborative work was eventually made into an interactive art exhibit, Resurrecting the Sublime, which can be visited here, should you want to travel again. The video in this link tells the whole story.

Nature. Science. Art. All you’ve come to expect to read about in this space. Just tell me, how do I fit in the politics?

Music today is from a few centuries apart. Haydn addressing the flower and Ibarrondo perhaps a woman, but we can pretend it’s the flower. Enough flowing ruffles in the composition to match the blossoms….