In the May Greenwood |
It all made me reflect as bitterly as usual on the totally unnatural
walkers’ cairns that now so
often spoil wild and rural landscape. These are glaringly intrusive features, making statements about the self, vaunting the vertical as mankind
is so fond of doing. Are people not capable of containing their homage to place
within? Are spiritual and emotional reactions too demanding compared with
piling Pelion on Ossa? Do we still need to say so physically ‘I was here’?
These clumpy lumps are not art, just empty self-expression.
Contrast them with the sinuous partnership of man and nature in the work
of Nash, Brook and Goldsworthy, whose challenge is to enter into landscape
rather than impose themselves on it, to understand its workings and to learn
the strengths and limitations of its materials. Their work is not immediately
outstanding from the surrounding landscape, so close is the harmony between
nature’s creation and their own. They reflect that edge of us that can soften
into landscape and blur – often fleetingly, for such is nature - the separation
between man and his environment. Picking up a stone and placing it on top of
another, distorting the lie of the land and showing community with other people
rather than natural landscape is not an art. Unfortunately it is rapidly laying
claim to being a tradition.
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