Sunday, August 9, 2009

The Cape Farewell Project

Bright white iceberg floats in deep blue Arctic water

You cannot solve a problem
with the same thinking that caused the problem


Albert Einstein

I'd like to share briefly some info about the Cape Farewell project, an international organization founded by British activist David Buckland. As I just finished,finally, my last revision of "Restoring the Balance", a 2004 ritual event developed from the Inuit myth of SEDNA (the completed article is printed in a previous (July) post), it seems timely that Cape Farewell should be mentioned.

Cape Farewell is devoted to creative networking and exchange between artists, scholars and scientists in order to raise consciousness about the rapid change of climate, to give Voice to the rapidly changing landscape of the Arctic. In their own words:


"The Arts are a core part of the Cape Farewell project: one salient image, sculpture or event can speak louder than volumes of scientific data and engage the public's imagination in an immediate way.

The High Arctic, for myriad reasons, provides a place for real artistic investigation. It is on their journey to the world’s tipping points that our artists and scientists begin their conversations, which lead to further research and production of pioneering new work. Since 2003, these expeditions have proved to be the linchpin in the Cape Farewell portfolio, aiming to provoke and evoke a cultural response to the true scale of how the earth’s environment and climate are changing. The artists have found new and innovative ways to represent this extraordinary place and the implications of climate change. From the expeditions has sprung an extraordinary body of artwork, educational projects and collaborations. Explore the art, exhibition and events pages to find out more."

David Buckland 2006

Friday, August 7, 2009

The Solace of Open Spaces


“The truest art I would strive for in any work would be to give the page the same qualities as earth: weather would land on it harshly; light would elucidate the most difficult truths; wind would sweep away obtuse padding. Finally, the lessons of impermanence taught me this: loss constitutes an odd kind of fullness; despair empties out into an unquenchable appetite for life.”

Gretel Erlich, THE SOLACE OF OPEN SPACES


Above is one of my favorite quotes by this couragous American writer and activist, Gretel Ehrlich. She has lived as a filmmaker in Los Angeles and a ranch hand in Wyoming, written about being struck by lightening and about herding sheep in the prairies, has travelled to Greenland to speak with the people who lived there, and went far into the Arctic to listen to the stories the land had to tell her as well. She is truly one whose art is her life.
 
"Everything in nature invites us constantly to be what we are."

Gretel Ehrlich joined the Cape Farewell Project on their first Art/Science Expedition in 2003, on a voyage from Tromsø to Spitsbergen via Bear Island. Cape Farewell is an international organization that support environmental art and exchange between scientists and artist to raise consciousness about global change. Gretel has published many works of non-fiction, fiction, and poetry including: The Solace of Open Spaces, This Cold Heaven and A Match to the Heart.*

She has visited Greenland ten times, resulting in a book, This Cold Heaven, a National Geographic story on the effect of climate change on traditional hunting culture in January, 2006, a National Public Radio report, and a forthcoming film. She is also the author of The Future of Ice, a non-fiction work on climate change the includes the first Cape Farewell voyage to the Arctic.

Gretel Ehrlich spent the year 2007 on a circumpolar journey meeting with Arctic people in villages across six Arctic nations, in order to hear about their lives - past and present - and how they are being affected by climate change. Her book, Farthest North, about indigenous Arctic people and climate change, is forthcoming from National Geographic Books in 2009. It explores the ways in which the changing climate has already affected their icecaps and landscapes, their lives and traditions. Arctic ecosystems are in a state of collapse and the remaining subsistence traditions of these boreal cultures are vanishing with them. To read a good interview with Robert Birnbaum about This Cold Heaven , follow the link.

"So much in American life has had a corrupting influence on our requirements for social order. We live in a culture that has lost its memory. Very little in the shapes and traditions of our grandparents pasts instructs us in how to live today, or tells us who we are, or what demands will be made on us as members of society. The shrill estrangement some of us feel in our twenties has been replaced by a hangdog collective blues. With our burgeoning careers and families,  we want to join up,  but it’s difficult to know how or where. The changing conditions of life are no longer assimilated back into a common watering trough.(1997)


The Solace of Open Spaces
This Cold Heaven: Seven Seasons in Greenland
A Match to the Heart: One Woman's Story of Being Struck By Lightning

Monday, August 3, 2009

Finals Week..........


I'm in the middle of finals for my ESL certificate program, which has taken up pretty much 24/7 for the past month. So, dear friends and colleagues, forgive me if I've not been very conversant. I've been immersed in a fascinating world of international students and the roots of Language Acquisition, and a group of fellow explorers, many just out of college and eager to see the world, but many like me as well. Retired? Never! Just creating a new career, a new path, a new adventure. Increasingly, I realize that there are no finalities.

Just passages.

It has been wonderful to meet people from around the world.........and I've occasionally become teary-eyed sitting with young people from the Ivory Coast, and China, and Saudi Arabia, and Korea, and Brazil, and Ecuador, and Sumatra......all immersed in finding ways to communicate, to speak with each other. All needing each other to do so.
So wish me luck. Off I go to the library to do something I haven't done in a few decades. Cram for a test!

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Navajo Weaving

"A Navajo rug may be a commodity for trade.
It also may be the voice of the weaver’s prayers and dreams
"

I found some wonderful videos on UTube about Spider Woman's art, for those who may be interested:
Navajo Weaving

Also, a film I've unfortunately just became aware of, after having missed it at the Tucson Film Festival in April. Here's a review kindly forwarded to me, taken from the FilmFestival site.


Weaving Worlds, Bennie Klain, USA, 2008 (57 min.)

A Navajo rug may be a commodity for trade. It also may be the voice of the weaver’s prayers and dreams and a way of life more than a thousand years old. Such is the difference between the perspectives of Navajo weavers in northern Arizona and New Mexico and the White traders and buyers with whom they do business.

The film presents a compelling and intimate portrayal of economic and cultural survival through the art of weaving in a global marketplace. The result is a poignant digital portrait of Navajo artisans and their unique, often controversial relationships with White Reservation traders.

Intimate documentary photography shows weavers at home with their families, engaged in the various labors involved in producing a rug, as well as at the auctions where they watch their rugs being sold. Contemporary weavers of several generations recall their introduction to weaving and selling rugs, and archival footage and stills illustrate their recollections.

Bennie Klain is a director of documentaries and short fictions, and the founder of TricksterFilms, based in Austin, Texas. A fluent Navajo speaker, Klain often incorporates the language into his work. Weaving Worlds premiered at the South by Southwest Film Festival and was screened on national television by PBS. Weaving Worlds is a co-production of TricksterFilms, LLC and the Independent Television Service (ITVS) in association with Native American Public Telecommunications (NAPT), with major funding from the Corporation for Public Broadcasting.

Credits

Producer: Leighton C. Peterson
Writer: Bennie Klain
Cinematographer: Nancy Schiesari
Editor: Jayson Oaks
Sound Design: Paul James Zahnley
Music Score: Aaron White
Cast Members: Edith Simonson, Nicole Horseherder, Lorraine Herder, Helen Bedonie, Gilbert Begay, Zonnie Gilmore, Elijah Blair, Perry Null

Previous Festivals/Awards: South by Southwest Film Festival, Native American Film + Video Festival, American Indian Film Festival, ImagineNative Film Festival

CESL!


Well, I'm suddenly immersed in my month long certificate program at the Center for English as a Second Language at the University of Arizona, and I do mean "immersed". Suddenly, my days are scheduled with classes, lectures, observations, practicum, homework, readings, and of course the ever ubiquitous computer rooms. I go home, have a glass of wine, briefly escape into one of the familiar magical worlds of Ursula Leguin Earthsea or maybe the ever troubled landscapes of Marion Zimmer Bradley's Darkover......and I'm out like a light.

I have to admit, I'm having a great time with it! The instructors are fantastic, my classmates, who range in age from early 20's to late 60's, are wonderful and interesting people all, and my mind is daily opening to new vistas of linguistics, language comprehension, teaching methodology, and other cultures, that I never imagined. Perhaps what I'm enjoying most is to sit in these classes observing these young people from all over the world talking, sharing, discussing. Weaving of worlds, weaving of understanding........lovely to see.

It's good to LEARN. In fact, it's a great joy to learn. Learning will keep you young. Guaranteed.

I'm going to give a presentation next week (PowerPoint) about SPIDER WOMAN at Dinnerware Gallery here in Tucson. Here's the info about the event:

Thursday, July 30, 2009
IGNITE Tucson -
5 minute presentations by Tucson Artists.
At The Screening Room, 127 E. Congress.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Postcards from Forever


THE DOLL'S STORY



This is a true story.

Towards the end of his life, Franz Kafka, who suffered from tuberculosis, took to walking in a park near his home. He became friendly with a little girl of about ten, and they often walked in the park together. One day, he found her crying.

When he asked her why, she told him she had lost her favorite doll. Kafka replied that she hadn't lost her doll - the doll had just gone on a journey, and was having adventures. And in the weeks that followed, whenever Kafka met his young friend, he would tell her all about her doll's travels, the places and people she was visiting. It became quite a travelogue.

Shortly before he died, Kafka bought her a new doll for the little girl. But when he gave the new doll to her, she became upset. "She doesn't look the same!" she cried. "Well," said Kafka, "that's because she's been traveling, and she's changed. People always change when they have adventures."

Many years later, when Kafka's friend was much older, she found the doll he had given her, packed away in a trunk. And she discovered a little note, hidden beneath her pinafore, that she had never noticed before. It said:

Everyone you love
will go away

and come back again
to love you in another way.


With thanks to Carl Hammerschlag, M.D.

Everyday Poetry: Old Photos

Florence at Griffith Park, 1928

Girl and Horse, 1928

by Margaret Atwood

You are younger than I am, you are
Someone I never knew,
you stand under a tree,
your face half-shadowed,
Holding the horse by its bridle.

Why do you smile? Can’t you
See the apple blossoms falling around
You, snow, sun, snow,
listen, the tree dries
and is being burnt, the wind

Is bending your body,
your face ripples like water
Where did you go?

But no, you stand there
exactly
the same,
you can’t hear me,

forty years ago you were caught by light
And fixed in that secret place
where we live, where we believe
nothing can change, grow older.

(On the other side
of the picture, the instant
is over, the shadow
of the tree has moved.

You wave,


then turn and ride
out of sight through the vanished
orchard, still smiling
as though you do not notice)

Florence at 92