Sunday, May 17, 2009

A Hermetically Sealed Worldview?

Alton L. Larsen
"Lewis and Clark"
Oil on canvas

I'm thrilled to announce that I've been accepted to the Kimmel Harding Nelson Center Artist Residency in Nebraska City, Nebraska. During the two week, September term, I plan to explore Nebraska City and the surrounding land with an eye toward the region's natural history, focusing particularly on the Lewis and Clark Expedition and the legacy of 19th century westward expansion. Most of my time will be spent outdoors, biking and walking around the town's trails, parks and historical sites. In the evenings, I'll use the provided studio space to conduct research, work on painting studies and drawings, and write essays relevant to the residency. (The essays will be posted here.)

I'm very much looking forward to my time in Nebraska, just as I'm eagerly anticipating an upcoming week of birding, herping and bumming about in Florida with two friends. My usually vigorous city disposition has withered in recent weeks, and I long for time in the woods, marshes or mountains. Saturday afternoon, taking a break from helping my girlfriend move some of her belongings, I sat on a stoop, attuned my breathing and appreciated the pompous sidewalk display of a pigeon courtier. A few minutes later, I trembled with a renewed sense of well-being as a curiously bronze House sparrow contemplated me (contemplating it).

These simple encounters with urban wildlife are a joy. I'm grateful for them. This week, however, the sparrows, pigeons, squirrels, starlings and gulls have only whet my appetite for time away from urban and suburban environs.

My sense of urban exile was exacerbated this afternoon, when I listened to a podcast of "The Thomas Jefferson Hour." Historian and Jefferson impersonator Clay Jenkinson described contemporary man's changing relationship to Nature.
"I've been flying over North Dakota lately and North Dakota is just one tiny little place at the top of the continent, but [...] between the Mississippi River and the west coast there is still a gigantic amount of unspoiled land. [...] It's still a pretty light industrial footprint. [...] Of course, you can see human presence there: power lines, contrails from airplanes, mines, vanity houses, ridgeline developments. [...] But [...] there is still a large amount of America [...] in which there are literally hundreds of national and state parks and national monuments and national forests and wildlife refuges which are permanently protected against gross economic, extractive development. [...] We have an enormous amount of Nature which has been designated, officially, by the will of the American people to be off-limits to certain types of activities. [...] I feel that that moment - which begins really with Yellowstone in 1872, but got it's big push from Theodore Roosevelt - that moment kind of culminated around 1975 or 1980 and, since then, there's been a kind of pulling back of national commitment to these issues.

And now there's a generation of people who are growing up with no particular interest in this. They're detached from it. They're a little bored with Nature. They don't want to go camping; they don't even want to go hiking. They only want to be on their iPod and their [...] computer, the Internet, and Facebook, and Twitter. [...] That's their mediation. That's how they see the world, [...] and they're bored with sitting around that campfire. [...] So as this happens, as we move into [...] this incredibly electronically mediated, post-literate, post-natural world, it's frightening to people that still believe that that was the glory of America.

I'm one of them! I believe that the national park system is America's greatest contribution to the world, or at least it's one of the top handful of contributions we've made. [...] The point I'm trying to make is, if the population [of the United States] is 330 million, there are about 300 million who don't care one iota for this, and they're very, very happy to eat their chicken in a hermetically sealed container and not know the first thing about where their lights come from and not care how the natural world works."
I wish that I could claim urbane sophistication, thereby dismissing Jenkinson's melancholy perspective as misguided nostalgia. But I can not. Even though I proclaim a long view optimism (and therefore acknowledge the absurdity of wishing for what once was), I feel that the ignorance of most First World citizens of the natural world is unpardonable. It is an insult not only to my naturalist's sensibility, but also to the philosophical, biological and cultural ground on which thoughtful humans stand (and build).

Despite my fondness for cosmopolitan politics and culture, in at least this respect, I sympathize with Thomas Jefferson's belief that cities are "pestilential to the morals, the health and the liberties of man." By further insulating us from our animal antecedence and the brute realities of Nature, cities slowly erode our practical call to stewardship.

Shortly after Jenkinson's podcast ended, a familiar voice interrupted my painting. I wasn't sure that I'd heard rightly over my headphones, so I peered out of the studio window for confirmation. Sure enough, a mourning dove was perched on the fire escape above me. Periodically, it uttered a nesting call, an abridged version of the plaintive call that many Americans are familiar with (whether or not they can identify the species responsible). I could see no mate or nest, but I'm delighted to learn of this new neighbor.

Unfortunately, this week's creeping cynicism makes me doubt if my human neighbors notice the birds. I hope that this brooding will soon pass. Pessimism does no one good.

Photo credit: image ripped from Blair Congregational Church United Church of Christ website


andiscandis said...

Congrats on the residency!

Hungry Hyaena said...


Donald Frazell said...

Come on now, CR! you are being a gloomy gus again. You do need to get back out and reattach to nature. Even the East coast has plenty, we do have to sacrifice certain areas for human development, though always must weigh the consequences vs benefits. But citification has allowed us to travel to these places, perhaps a little too much. If we weren't concentrated in cities, the country would have been destroyed long ago. The higher the densitiy of man, the more land is left to be both pristine and farmable.

Yes, with more and more people we find fewer and fewer are connecting to nature, but i see this as a good thing, for the rest of us. Who are then charged with ballancing nature with man in ways we can best see and create. Yosemite has been booked and overcrowded for decades, glad tourism is shrinking, and hear the Grand Canyon has air polution problems so one cant see clearly nearly as often as in the past.

Soon to increase gas prices will lower outdoor participation, though much is just RV and camping in social areas for partying, I consider Burning Man to be one of the worst violaters of nature we know of. Destroying the fragile ecosystem of the desert, for what? Self worshipping hippies, who only want to glorify their own "cleverness", ignoring the world around them? Descending like locusts to party and get high for days on end?

But there are many in rustic areas who depend on visitors for jobs, the pressures to keep these locale's as virginal as possible will be maintaned. If violated frequently. America bled long ago. But still maintains her youthfulness, if now a little wiser and mature. We are doing better, and thats all that we can ask. Bring nature to you, and many do. More trees, more open areas in cities, more home grown foods. This is happening. Even as our populations continues to swell.

Get out there and inhale the fresh air of the West. We can never go back to what was, and the future will never be as we want it to be in our minds, but it will continue. It adapts as much as we do. Species may come and go, we included, but life goes on. Be at one, CR. This is what art is for, bringing to man gods gifts, his humility cleansing of arrogance and self absorbed contemplation, instead returning to the world, to god, and improving mankind, in the ways we can, with the gifts god has given us.

But with vigor. Every generation has its issues to deal with, thats called living, which is doing, not sitting on ones but whining and thinking. If thoughts do not lead to action, they are meaningless. Now, get to work! you will feel so much better. Adding to mankind, instead of worrying about it, in whatever ways we can. That is the only thing that truly matters. And enjoy life along the way, be thankful for this life we aere given. We are blessed, now lets take care of this gift.

Congratulations, you have worked hard to get an opportunity like this, and if you take advantage and do the job well, not for yourself, but fulfilling its purpose, there will be more. Go for it! What more could you ask for?

I hear the mourning dove's call as I type. It mourns only waste, it is a call to action, to living. good luck, and keep posting.

art collegia delenda est

Hungry Hyaena said...

Indeed, I was being a gloomy gus. Happily, I'm feeling a bit better today.

I share your preference for "doing" over "whining," and I agree that, were our population not concentrated in cities, the countryside would be in much worse shape.

That said, even though fewer folks today "connect to Nature," the number of visitors to our nation's parks continue to rise. Although the percentage of our populous connected to the outdoors may be in sharp decline, the growing population (birth and immigration combined) keeps the number of park users on the rise. It's no secret that all environmental problems can be traced to a root issue: overpopulation. Without an ethic of stewardship, most often borne of childhood or adolescent communion with the land, America's parkland legacy risks being overtaken.

As for Burning Man, I totally agree with you. Though I very much admire some of the creativity that has attached itself to the festival, it's generally a thoughtless, feel-good excuse to further disengage from meaningful contribution.

Thanks for the congratulations on the residency acceptance!

All the best.

andiscandis said...

My friends went to Burning Man one year. You know how the camp sites are set up in planetary orbits intersected with clock positions? Anyway, they swear that their site was located at 4:20 on Uranus. I'm just repeating the story.

Peter Cowling said...

You could always become an MP over in the UK, opening up the possibility to build and claim for a duck island.

Hungry Hyaena said...

Thank you for the story...DUDE!

A fantastic suggestion, sir! ;)