GUEST POST BY MONICA WESTIN
As environmental art progresses and then doubles back again between earthworks and site-specific land art to more explicitly ecological work, thereâ€™s a real question hanging in the air these days about what kind of awareness art can or even should bring to the natural world, and what successful environmental art might look like or do. Michael Wangâ€™s article in Mayâ€™s Artforum about the contemporary merging of architecture and the environment focused on the process of making the invisible visibleâ€”such as the work of experimental architect Bernard Tschumi in Santiago, who uses polluted air as â€œmaterial for designâ€â€”avoiding simple propaganda about air pollution in making public encounter part of a zone of aesthetic experience that includes the weather. Wang closes his discussion with a call to â€œmake evidentâ€ the â€œdissolution of boundariesâ€ between the human and the natural.
This might seem like an overly-heady invocation to an intentionally very family-friendly art show at the Morton Arboretumâ€”and much of the art doesnâ€™t lend itself to much discussing in academic terms, though itâ€™s fun for the kids to look at, like a stack of tree logs with a huge bow on top or fluttering wisps of kite-like material improbably named â€œSoul of the Treesâ€â€”but there are a handful of pieces that are remarkably thoughtful, even groundbreaking in their approach to the question of this boundary between nature and human. While a few works seem completely disconnected from their environment in the arboretum, others offer new perspectives on the framing of nature and the issue of medium specificity. A couple offer explicitly environmentalist messages, and a handful of themâ€”which are as cutting-edge and thoughtful as any other art Iâ€™ve seen in Chicago this yearâ€”actually reflect on the work of this frame itself and offer up a strong model for what a critical environmental art practice might look like.
First the slightly less interesting pieces. The You are Beautiful collective presents a huge namesake sign, not unlike the Hollywood sign, at the top of a hillâ€”white from a distance, but yellow on the sides close up. The piece is about the relation of the work to space and the perspective of the viewer, but thereâ€™s no interaction between the work and its environment; it sits in a clearing, framed by nature.Â It could be anywhere. Slightly more interesting but falling squarely into the old activist ecological art mold are Theodoros Zaferiropoulosâ€™ â€œHow Far Have We Gone?,â€ which turns cross-sections of a tree trunk into stepping-stones eventually disappearing into a small lake; and Thomas Matsudaâ€™s â€œPurification,â€ consisting of tree trunks burned to charcoal and displayed provocatively amongst the living trees in the arboretum. Both are visually interesting, but they take up an old rhetoric that sometimes makes my eyes glaze over, and itâ€™s hard to read much meaning or self-consciousness into each about the environment of the arboretum itself.
This is where I owe a big citation to Chris Millersâ€™ review of the show in New City; Miller points out that the arboretum is â€œmore about science than aestheticsâ€ and is therefore â€œan appropriate setting for conceptual art.â€ Just pushing it one step further, I would argue that the arboretum is slightly artificial, itself on the boundary between the human and the natural; many plants growing there are not native to the area, and the only reason that this refuge exists is because the Morton Salt company family are generous and progressive enough to create this sort of natural simulacra. We might even think of an arboretum as having the kind of â€œdissolution of boundariesâ€ that Wang discussesâ€¦ and I wish more of the work had commented on this liminal, weird environment in which their environmental art would dwell.
Juan Angel ChÃ¡vezâ€™s â€œJimshoeâ€ (named after a homeless man the artist met) seems more challenging. Built with found materials and resembling a cocoon as well as garbage, the piece holdsâ€”or possibly vandalizesâ€”a tree that young visitors to the arboretum are encouraged to climb (the day I went, the work was framed off with an orange plastic fence). The work is closed, the tree is framed (twice over for me), and itâ€™s hard to tell whether the piece would change much if the cocoon were surrounding an industrial swingset. Similarly, Letha Wilsonâ€™s â€œWall in Blue Ash Tree,â€ while visually interestingâ€”on one side, a smooth white wall with branches poking through; on the other, as though backstage, the unpainted and patchwork wood, and tree, supports for the piece–also doesnâ€™t make any strong claims for nature/art relations or boundaries as such. What makes both pieces interesting visually has to do with the material relation between processed and raw wood, but I wanted more reflexivity about the boundary, about the framing process.
Which brings me to the most unlikely suspect for the kind of thought-provoking, meta-aware praxis of environmental art people are looking for: a crochet-covered tree called â€œLichen It,â€ created by Carol Hummel and a number of volunteers. It looks exactly as youâ€™d imagine, but with garish colors in yellow, red, and purple that make the tree look diseased. Itâ€™s easily the most popular piece of art, the most photogenic, and the most funny (at least for people who are familiar with yarn-bombing and/or grew up with a plethora ofÂ throw pillows and afghans strangling their bedrooms)Â of any of the works in the show. The first time I saw it, I took some pictures for a couple posing in front of the tree and didnâ€™t give it a second thoughtâ€”until I walked fifty paces away and saw, in a groomed, manicured hedge with flowers growing in between, the same color combination of yellow, red, and purple. This garden was just as unnatural as the crochet, and the juxtaposition posed real questions to me about material, form, the way we frame nature in everyday life as well as art. In other words, it makes the invisible visible. â€œNature doubly framed and overly implicated,â€ the show should read, and the kids would still have just as much fun.
The show runs until November 27, and since Iâ€™m writing this delinquently late, you have probably already gone to see it if you were planning to. However, Iâ€™d urge you to go again, to see what happens to each work as the natural world, and its relationship to the work, changes.
Monica Westin is the former Deputy Editor and current contributing art editor to Flavorpill in Chicago, where she also regularly writes about art and theater for New City, Chicago Magazine, and the Huffington Post. A current PhD student in rhetoric at the University of Illinois, Chicago, Monica teaches courses on arts writing and new media in DePaul University’s Writing, Rhetoric, and Discourse department.
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