A two artist tribute to the parallel worlds of the troubled human species and the natural world, through a series of anniversaries marked in the current year; 2009
Anniversaries including the 200th birthday of Charles Darwin, the 20th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall and the 30th anniversary of the release of The Wall by Pink Floyd
John Ledger is the representative of the ManmadeBradley sharp is the representative of The Natural
“When man saw himself as separate to nature he began to build walls.
” All Walls must and will eventually fall. Nature, unlike man will always find a way to carry on.
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I have often wondered to myself what the fundamental motives are from the western powers, who try to prevent any non-western nation from acquiring nuclear power, whilst they still cling onto their own “they’re for us, not you!). In the World we live in, at this very moment in time, no sane or insane leader of a nation, such as Iran or North Korea, would be so self-destructive or stupid enough to use an nuclear bomb against another nation – the cost they’d pay for it would be so much higher. So, I do not think this is main reason for the motives of the western powers to prevent these states from attaining nuclear power.
I believe that the major worry is based around ‘tomorrow’s world’. I refuse to believe that any leader – especially now Bush has gone – does not believe that climate change is real, even if they don’t show this awareness or do try and prevent it. They must know, though they wont say it, that many people are going to be ‘fucked’ by climate change, and the majority of these people will be living in the poorer nations – not the developed ones (on a whole).
So, what does all this change? for the leaders of western powers, in their attempts to stop the likes of Iran and North Korea from having nuclear power?: “Only a certain amount of nations can join this club!!”. When the world is plunged into climate chaos, western nations will become right wing military fortresses, as they fight to stay alive, whilst the other – historically poorer – nations are burning all around.
In a world like this, extreme nationalism and far right ideas will sweep through
our nations, and helping the poor nations will be a long forgotten concern, in fact we will see them as a threat to our own existence.
In these ‘historically poorer’ nations, desperation would be so intense that anything could happen; and anyone, with one, could fire a nuclear bomb at someone else.. If the western powers – and I’m sure this must already be discussed in secret – are the only ones with ‘The Bomb’, they can make sure that they are the one’s who survive, because the poorer nations have no way of challenging them without the risk of being obliterated.
These thoughts are bleak, I hope these scenarios do not come true. I hope I do not find myself living in a world of such fear and hatred, that I, myself, might be so desperate to stay alive, that I even agree with policies!.
This must be one of the root motivations behind the western powers’- the historically rich nations’- to prevent nations, like Iran, from having their own nuclear facilities. Iran says it only wants nuclear power to power their nation so it can prosper. I believe this is true. However, I believe that the western powers do not want such nations to prosper, especially with the aide of nuclear power, and wants them to stay ‘underdeveloped’; so when the ‘shit hits the fan’ they won’t be on any wrong side of a nuclear war, and would have the power to take the resources over the other nations because they are the ones with ‘the bomb’.
One thing’s for sure; ‘The Nuclear Bomb’ hasn’t gone away.
I’m not usually keen on displaying photographs I have taken unless they document a work of art – I’m not a particularly good photographer in this age when everyone seems to be trying to be so, and it isn’t where my work is at. However, on a rare and lonesome wander around the capital city, trying to avoid being in other peoples’ touristy photos, I was met with imagery which, to me, seemed very powerful, and worthy of documentation.
Walking towards Big Ben – possibly one of the most famous sights in this country -I came upon a dead tree. The dark branches, and the overcast day really highlighted it next to Big Ben. Me, always on the lookout for images to depict my 21st century anxieties, found it to be an image which required some meaning. For post-powerful, post recession Britain, in a world in the early stages of climate change, the tree looked like a specter looming over something which once thought itself indestructible. However, whatever you think, I hope you like the photographs.
On the London underground…
How can anyone be fully conscious and aware? in a city the size of London?; one moves so fast that it is virtually impossible to do so. There’s no long gaps between the trams, no places devoid of advertisements or ‘people a plenty’ (both of which require one to compare his/her lot physically or mentally – depending on what qualities that advert of facing person in question has), life is a clock and a race to be, either at work, or to be the best, at home relaxing or relaxing with friends – nothing is free to occur, nothing is free for the imagination.
But there again, who needs thoughts of this sort in a ultimately advanced capitalist city? all one needs is clocks and numbers, in fact that’s all one can afford to have, other thoughts get it the way of existing in such places – I even find this is true in much smaller cities, and my experience of London has confirmed that it must be doubly hard to think about things here.
In St Pancras Station, London
Is the task for the depressive to shakes one’s misery off by transferring it into creative output? Maybe all artists are depressives, but not all depressives are artists? but they could be.
Perhaps this is the depressives’ only saviour, as we – the depressives – know we cannot apply ourselves to anything else – not for any long period anyway. A depressive is an artist – even if it hasn’t been realised – and artists are incapable of living a normal life as such – one of a day job, and one accepting convention where, afterwards, enjoyment can be taken from time spent with people who are close to them.
A true artist is not an artist by choice; he/she is a born depressive – or at least, a depressive when they finally come into contact with the conventional human world – who’s artistic pursuits are the only thing keeping him/her from becoming utterly dysfunctional because of depression, especially dysfunctional in a modern industrial society.
Besides that fact there is simply a larger concentration of artists in heavily populated industrialized nations, perhaps these world’s of mechanical and mass products all around us, make an abundance of terminal depressives, who need to find a ‘voice’ within THE SPRAWL. This would explain the reason why there is so many artists, so many musicians, so many in the field of the arts, putting themselves ‘out there’ in such societies as our own – an advanced capitalist society, of mass produced consumer goods.
Ok, they won’t all ‘make it’ but this won’t stop them, as they cannot stop – not without becoming utterly dysfunctional depressives.
On the train, London to Sheffield
What am I thinking?!; the weak will never inherit the earth. I am weak; I am of weak mind. No matter how many ‘clever’ things I think about, I am destined, by my posture and mental wiring’s, to go nowhere, lose all my teeth and end up lonely.
This isn’t self pitying, believe me; it is ‘clear goggles’ thinking about myself, which says “you’ve been dreaming in a destiny all your life which will never be yours, no matter how clever some of your ideas may be. You are of weak mind when it comes to dealing with real life and its tasks”.
Written word has such a different affect on others to that of the spoken word/words in conversation, which means that hopefully people who know me can understand me more from my writings, as opposed to my ‘jellified’ manner, when in a conversation. In a conversation these thoughts would come across as melodramatic and self pitying; in written word what I am saying here is more likely to be seen as very honest.
I am sat here on the train, half panic-battered because I cannot cope with people – So I went to London by myself. However, I cannot function properly by myself either, i.e. going to food places, seeing stuff etc, are things I find impossible to undertake by myself. So, all I do is eternally drift through life. The production of art work is my only rock in this never ending sea of confusion and dissolution.
Do not underplay the seriousness of the situation i which a neighbour cuts down the trees on our street
I’ve come home to notice that the bloke across the street as finally got what he want; in cutting down all the Ash trees at the bottom of the street, on a patch of vegetation that belonged to neither of our households. We told him we didn’t want those trees to be felled, but when it comes to him and his saw; it is a bit like the scenario of an aggressive supermarket chain, that just sits and waits and waits until it has an opportunity to implant one of its stores into your town.
So, I enter my house, voice my anger at this by saying ” if there was six billion of this person, we’d all be dead all ready!!” (the ‘all ready’ bit – referring to the fact the this small mindedness, when acted out globally, results in mass deforestation)
I received the usual patronizing reaction, which equates to the notion of “me ‘going over the top’ with everything as per”, “after all it’s only a couple of trees!”.
Ive found that it people find it generally easy to ‘pigeon hole’ me as an ‘angry young man’, accompanied by the idea that ‘he’ll grow out it, when he grows up, when he gets a girlfriend!’. Well, I’m 25, going on 26, now, and I think its arguable that I’m leaving the transcendence from ‘angry young man’ to ‘accepting and conforming man’ a little too late. The truth is, if one has to be pigeoned holed, then I should be put in this category: Lapsing into despair but trying to avoid a suffocating apathy Young Man.
I firmly believe that I see the world from the top down, its endemic I cannot stop it: I see little things collecting/joining and leading to bigger things, and bigger things getting nastier and nastier. I hate thinking this way, as it’s apparent that the ‘other way’ is an happier way, because I smile possibly less than anyone else I know.
I know I put people off from talking to me, I don’t like this scenario, but it doesn’t look like its going to change in the short term. However, I do feel, because of who I am, that I should never be expected to pacify things like ‘a few trees being chopped down’: if people do expect me to to do so, they may get a depressing reason as to why I don’t.