.. in our nature

 

 ~ GALLERY UNDER CONSTRUCTION ~

 

H.M.  "Apex Predator"  (2017)

"My wish is to stay here always, living quietly

in a corner of nature."  -  Claude Monet 

 

in our nature is an elegy for the natural world in the hands of man. It is a battlefield tour, of sorts, along the blasted, bleeding hinterland between us and the rest of Creation, and offers an extended meditation on our kind's ambivalent mastery of other lifeforms.

 

This series evokes the uneasy condition of our biophilia, and examines our fumblings to frame humanity's connection to Nature.

 

  • Is ours, as some still like to believe, the relation of innocent Adam to resplendent Eden, even if it's a paradise lost? Or of meek prey to ferocious jungle predator, perhaps?  Or maybe turn that around: isn't this thing more like great white hunter to doomed quarry?


H.M.  "Safe"  (2016)


  • Is the more fitting metaphor - in these latter days of cloud seeding, island creation, and custom-modified bacteria - that of a scientist to his grand experiment?  Or, considering that we have reordered everything to our species' tastes and appetites, is the relation to Nature more like glutton to banquet table?  For those who are more biblically blinkered, is this flat-earth existence best understood as a parable of the sinner wrestling the serpent for his soul?
  • Would you say we typically approach Nature in the way that a master rules his domain, or more like a shepherd guarding his flock, or perhaps, in your case when you were younger, like a Christopher Robin going tenderly down life's path, hand in hand with his beloved Piglet and Pooh?


H.M.  "Silent GMO Spring"  (2022)

  • Standing before the immensity of Nature, is our relationship principally that of student to mentor, of priest to tabernacle miracle, of bard as author to an historic tragedy, or of Shiva toward the wasteland of His wrath?

Such is our confusion.  The lens we choose might be any and all of the above, depending upon our momentary vantage, fancy, or scheme. 

 

And so much wilful shape-shifting and glib self-excusing comes at a cost, even to the apex deities ruling our Olympus: "As we change Nature," warned Maxim Gorky, "we change ourselves."  Like our fast-expanding universe or, better, like a field-versus-ground experiment in psychology - where everything is in motion at once so we have no fixed observation point - what's going on between Us and Nature amounts to exploding chaos.   

 
H.M.  "Back to the Garden"  (2014)


H.M.  "Clear-Cut on Tribal Lands"  (2015)


H.M. "Inner Lives of Selected Trees, Various Ages, Historic Fort" (2015)


These images challenge our continued veneration for Nature's archetypal forms, and our determination to patrol, nurture, govern, manipulate, disfigure, imitate, protect, exploit, and suppress, at will, the presence of the natural world in our lives.

 

We perceive Nature both as ourselves - our essential, underlying disposition - and as the Other, the Context, the Quest, the alien and contrary Universe through which our souls migrate.  

 

Baudelaire expressed this dynamic in worshipful terms. "Nature is a temple where living pillars sometimes emit words that blend together; in passing through it, Man traverses forests of symbols that observe him with a familiar eye."

 

H.M.  "Fresh"  (2020)

This visual essay - which will debut as the largest gallery on the Beauty & Chaos site - is a docent's melancholy group tour through our tattering symbolic forest: not Nature as it is, but Nature as it seems to us these days, depending.

 

As we trudge mutely past the dioramas in this museum of unnatural history, what we'll find behind glass is mostly just ourselves in reflections and misadventures. Please do check back again in coming months, to observe how brilliantly we toast our own abiding tenderness toward plants and animals - as decorations, as foodstuffs, as playthings, as talismans, and as venerated cousins - while we blithely slaughter them and their families around the clock. 


H.M.  "Lion Without His Pride"  (2015)

 

Under some absent god, we preside as the last, unmindful stewards of our beat-up, broken-down Eden.  Such epic love and unconscionable cruelty are both, it turns out, in our nature. 

 

 

H.M.  "Jungle Fever"  (2015)