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Funky Baltimore

Posted in art by oliverhulland on November 17, 2011

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urban ag #3

Posted in art, photo by oliverhulland on October 29, 2009

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Posted in art, food by oliverhulland on October 27, 2009

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From the 1982 installation: Wheatfield – A Confrontation, Battery Park Landfill, downtown Manhattan, 2 acres of wheat planted & harvested, summer 1982 with artist, Agnes Denes, standing in the field.

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On Seeing in the Woods

Posted in art, environment by oliverhulland on October 23, 2009

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Amidst the duff of a darkened forest floor the flash of orange/yellow color that characterizes Cantharellus cibarius (or Chanterelle mushroom for the rest of us),  is enough to get any mycophile’s heart racing. But to the untrained eye the likelihood of finding and recognizing edible mushrooms amongst the hyper abundance of flora and fauna that litters the forest floor is a completely different, and far less likely, matter altogether.

Chanterelles (Cantharellus cibarius) (flickr/JsonLind)

Chanterelles (Cantharellus cibarius) (flickr/JsonLind)

Amongst mushroom foragers it is a commonly accepted fact that the shorter you are the better the haul. The argument goes that the closer you are to the ground the higher the likelihood that you will find the tasty morsels (or morels) that you seek. It isn’t even uncommon for the children of foragers to outdo their older, and taller, counterparts, simply because of their favorable distance to the earth. Yet, while height plays a significant part in the hunt for mushrooms, I believe it has more to do with a cultivated and attuned quality of seeing.

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The giant upside down Amanita muscaria (or Fly Agaric to the hallucinogenically inclined) that litter the gallery ceiling of Carsten Höller’s installation titled (all too literally) “Upside Down Mushroom Room” are more than absurd gestures or facile attempts to make us feel out of place. Rather, they are an attempt to rewire how we see. Inspired by the late 19th century experiment by Dr. George Malcolm Stratton who sought to understand how inverted images projected upon our retina appear upright by wearing glasses that flipped his vision, Höller’s work inverts our expectations twofold by distorting the size and orientation of the fungi he so playfully chose as subjects.

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While the abnormally huge inverted fungi in Holler’s installation may seem like a playful experiment, the result can feel far more unsettling. Defying gravity and scale these mushrooms cause the participant to feel disoriented as our brain reels for an understanding of how it has found itself in a position that defies any previously learned heuristic. And so our brain begins to cope with this new information. Given enough time, just like Dr. Stratton proved with his inverting glasses, our brains would rewire and we would see once more.

Hunting for mushrooms, like Holler’s work, is implicitly tied up with how we perceive the world around us. From an evolutionary perspective it makes sense that as bipeds who once relied on gathering for sustenance we would develop a sophisticated set of tools that allow us to see in ways that maximize our fitness. It is just that in an era of HD TV and chronic over-stimulation we have lost our way in the woods.

What is most astonishing to me, a new convert to the world of mushroom hunting, is how quickly our eyes (and therefore our brains) adapt to the challenges of seeing in such a new environment. It begins with hopelessness. A quality of being completely overwhelmed by the presence of so many new stimuli that prevents our brains from making any sense of the mess. But slowly we begin to breakdown the layout of the forest floor, recognizing distinct niches of ferns or moss, revealing a distinct, and logical, structure. Little by little we start to see the thousands of Little Brown Mushrooms (or LBM) that materialize everywhere upon first recognition (but that are frustratingly indistinct for proper identification). With enough tromping larger mushrooms appear here and there, and with a guide (I recommend Dave Arora’s All That The Rain Brings And More…) proper identification becomes a welcome chore.

Chanterelles fill the forest floor (flickr/mycologista)

Chanterelles fill the forest floor (flickr/mycologista)

And then it happens. The moment arrives when you are no longer lost in a bewildering environment, but instead find yourself comfortable and attuned to the patterns of the forest. A fog lifts and you can finally see. This process, while at times fruitless and frustrating, is actually indicative of something transformative that happens in the brain: a collection of visual and environmental cues become linked and primed to maximize success in the search of rewards. It should come as no surprise that our bodies react accordingly to the environmental cues that signal potential reward. Whether it be a flash of color or a patch of particularly attractive moss, our hearts start racing while our palms become sweaty (sometimes before we consciously know what we are getting excited about) in anticipation of a mushroom that may just become dinner.

A) False Chanterelle (Hygrophoropsis aurantiaca) (B) Chanterelle (Cantharellus cibarius) (C) The Jack O'Lantern (Omphalotus illudens)

A) False Chanterelle (Hygrophoropsis aurantiaca) (B) Chanterelle (Cantharellus cibarius) (C) The Jack O'Lantern (Omphalotus illudens)

Unfortunately, this reinforcement works both ways. The commonality of palatable mushrooms with poisonous mimics can, at times, make the forest floor feel more like a mine field than a cornucopia. And one wrong mistake is all it takes to permanently discourage our brains from ever foraging again.

So what do a Belgian artist’s work and foraging for mushrooms have in common? Both can be seen as a celebration of how we see. Moreover, they are experiments that demonstrate the unbelievable plasticity our brain demonstrates when faced with novel visual and sensory stimuli. Furthermore, they provide insights into how our ancestors may have learned to survive in such a bewildering and constantly changing environment.

It is not uncommon to come home from the woods without a haul of mushrooms (reminding myself about what I need to pick up for dinner on the way home). But it is truly rare for me to arrive empty handed. More often than not I come home having found something just as nourishing; a new way to see.

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Carsten Holler

Interview with Carsten Holler

A Discovery Channel clip on how our brains help us see

I Sing: The Body’s Pattern Recognition Machine

SuperFund 365

Posted in art, environment by oliverhulland on September 30, 2009

One of the biggest crises in any artist’s career is the realization that most art has little impact outside the frame or the gallery (this is a generalization to all you interventionists). Yet, on occasion, a piece of art materializes that helps rediscover a quality of efficacy that inspires you to think big. For me, it was found in Superfund365.

What is a superfund?  As described concisely on Wikipedia, it “is the common name for Comprehensive Environmental Response, Compensation, and Liability Act (CERCLA), a United States federal law designed to clean up abandoned hazardous waste sites.” Basically, CERCLA came about because of the increasing threat that hazardous waste posed to public health. But it was one event in particular that catalyzed the government to act, specifically what happened at Love Canal, a neighborhood of Niagara Falls, NY, between 1974-1979.

Barrels of toxic waste removed from Love Canal

Barrels of toxic waste removed from Love Canal

In 1978 Lois Gibbs, a community member, local mother, and president of the Homeowners Association, discovered, during her investigation to understand why so many children were getting sick, that her neighborhood was built upon a foundation of haphazardly disposed petrochemical waste. Struggling to gain publicity amidst two corporations frantically spending to disprove negligence, Love Canal was eventually labeled a “public health time bomb”. One that famously went off in 1979.

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Superfund365 is an art project/website that began in September, 2007  documenting and visualizing a single superfund site (of which there are 1,315) every day for a year. Why is this important? Because despite the overwhelming urgency the threat of contamination poses (if you need convincing just look at the NYT’s terrifying series on water quality), Superfund sites get relatively little press and therefore remain relatively unknown by the public. The site is the brainchild of artist Brooke Singer, who doubles as associate professor of New Media at SUNY Purchase. By utilizing new media, and excellent Flash implementation, in Superfund365, Singer is capable of transforming the otherwise daunting subject of toxic contamination into a mesmerizing and thoughtful index of contaminants, responsible parties, and work-to-date.

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According to the Center for Public Integrity, roughly 20% of the US population lives within 10 miles of a site featured on Superfund365. Despite the brilliant design and easy to understand key, Superfund365 finished it’s year without having the impact that it deserved. No doubt this has to do with the utterly depressing topic of toxic contamination, but it also relates to the fact that we live in a society that doesn’t celebrate full disclosure.

Lois Gibbs of Love Canal unintentionally catalyzed one of the most important, and costly, pieces of environmental legislation into existence, and the world is a better place for it. However, the current Superfund budget has been exhausted for the past 5 years (although it has been supplemented by tapping into general revenue), and Republican opposition to reform has stifled any change.

Given the extraordinary impact that Superfund sites may have upon the future of our health and the health of our environment, do yourself a favor: poke around and become informed.

UPDATE: I changed the first image (with the caption “Toxic waste barrels removed from Love Canal”) after it was determined the original image was mislabeled and from a NOAA database and not actually of Love Canal. Thanks to Brooke Singer for helping me realize my flub.

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Superfund365

Superfund Wiki

Rethinking the Park(ing) Spot

Posted in art by oliverhulland on September 18, 2009

With just a fistful of quarters and a few pieces of sod, Rebar Group of San Francisco has been able to capture the imagination of Americans while initiating a larger conversation about our reliance on cars,  the monochrome palette of our urban infrastructure, and our relationship with the natural world.

A single parking spot in San Francisco is reclaimed

A single parking spot in San Francisco is reclaimed by Rebar Group in 2005

Park(ing) Day is an installation art meme that has spread across U.S. parking spots and lots since it’s inception in 2005. Rebar Group, an activist art collective based out of San Francisco, started the piece by peacefully taking over a single parking space in 2005 in order to initiate a dialogue about our relationship with urban spaces. Today, Park(ing) Day has spread to over 100 cities on 4 continents.

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It is the simplicity in the act of reclaiming our urban spaces that makes Park(ing) Day such a compelling invention. With some loose change, anybody anywhere in the world can lay claim to a prime piece of real estate if only for a few hours.

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The intent of Rebar Group was to start a conversation about our urban spaces, and it has unintentionally invented a worldwide movement. The standardization of Park(ing) Day (there is a manual and a manifesto that can be purchased from their website for a small fee here), and it’s ensuing scalability have been two key factors in the astonishing success of this interventionist art work.

A customizable Park(ing) Day poster.

A customizable Park(ing) Day poster.

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