Yes, this is another recycled post from about 3-4 years ago which I feel good enough to re-post with a couple of additions. Inasmuch as I am officially a “retired landscaper”, we will not be seeing more pictures of myself and friends on the job. My last one was about 2 years ago, here in Louisville.
For a landscaper, any intensity of interest towards something Avant Garde might seem unusual. But these are the bizarre personal complications our Maker has decided to afflict some of us with. The inspiring nature of art needs to be a part of any grade school and especially junior high school curriculum. Artists hang out way out there in their own whimsy, dedicated beyond the norm to present a weird brand new world of wonder for we admirers to sensually and mentally take in. They perform these works selflessly and most often wordlessly.
My good fellow blogger Frances the other day lamented the curse of “trends” in gardening, speaking to an irritation I can cop to as well. Here is her rant – fairegarden -and I sincerely implore people to check it out – for the colorful explanations of her angst as well as her usual stunning pictorial abuse of her very own garden. It made me consider the qualities of art and, really, everything – and it also made me consider those things which move me most.
I have a very real fascination with what I consider to be current ‘Avant Garde’ artists. I also like the connoisseurs of those artists who blog, review and attempt to describe their heartfelt relationships with wild ideas. A restless pursuit of new things can be an addiction – at its worst we become unseated from our table, off chasing the current butterfly. At best – and these are the moments we cherish – we discover something new, uplifting and which cracks open a window into another world entirely. The sheer differentness of utilizing normality to express meaningful connections in new and unique ways shows us our own potentials in their amazing variety. It reveals, too, a depth which is so fortunately unfathomable at its highest expression.
Nor does the stark ability of an artist in his or her moments of great achievement mean any less simply because of the era. Our discovery makes it contemporary in all the important ways, be it the Avant Garde qualities of Antonio Gaudi or the painted styling of Hieronymus Bosch. The unattributed photo below illustrates an incredibly stark imprint of time and place on the part of the artist. In its enlarged state, perhaps you too can find why and how I found myself utterly riveted by it.
A partially-excavated Sphinx looms in its unfinished excavated form and quite broken splendor over the relatively tiny bodies of workmen or perhaps passing Bedouins who had used it as a shady rest stop for Centuries. The contrast of modernity – which is the picture itself – mix with the grandness of scale and the breath of living subjects amid the ruinous nature of Time.
Clicking to enlarge this picture reveals far more than the compressed visual here. Indeed, all of these are prone to enlargement, although I have scaled back the monster shots which take up so much bandwidth, to Annette’s relief.
Less than a pursuit of genius – which is another level of inquiry and surprise – I glory in little discoveries of felt presentation which move me in mysterious ways. Needless to say, among the Avant Garde of modernity, architects and builders tend to rule over a region of art and accomplishment like few others – and I include landscape design artists such as Isamu Noguchi who make indescribably evocative and massive sculptures out of land and the products of Earth itself.:
Below is what was a landfill in Sapporo, Japan before Noguchi changed things:
More Personal – My Private Enthusiasms:
An absolute favorite artist of mine is a lady named Helen Nock – website here – who plies at garden furniture construction, sculpture, iron work, roofing tile salvage and who puts together gloriously beautiful and impractical pieces over in Merry Olde England and with whom I share yuks on Facebook. Her overall body of work is absolutely and utterly unique:
Michael Eckerman of Santa Cruz, California is an artist in stone – among other mediums – website here – who constructs structural landscape elements using a bizarre variety of forms and materials. In the case of this landscape retaining wall, hard by a driveway, his love of surfing and the ocean display an uncanny sense of motion and force. Nor is this the only case where Michael works with nature to provide breathtaking works of landscape and interior home art. His work has to be seen to be believed:
I am with you, Steve, in the love of opening the doors and windows to new worlds of ideas. Thanks for sharing these bits, they are all incredible. The stone work and Helen Nock piece in particular speak to my soul. These are not works that are trying to market something by calling it trendy. Thanks for the linkage!
My pleasure, Frances, as always. I know you a little now. I figured you’d enjoy that. I also absolutely adored your post about Wamboldtopia. Wow!
Interesting ideas and photos. That shot of the Sphinx is spectacular! Wonderful music as well.
Thanks, Steve. Yeah, the Sphinx picture just took my breath away for some reason.
Thanks for the inclusion Steve 🙂
Yes that Spinx picture is awesome…coming from and conjuring up that kind of primal something bigger than us feeling. And great words about vacuous trend versus individual truth to imagination…or was it material 🙂
Very thought provoking, Steve.
Brings to mind, for me, the Kronos Quartet.
Brilliant music that often pushes boundaries.
I love Kronos, Alice. Thanks for visiting, as always.
We both know our relation to it all – if it feels good, do it, lol.