For the last three weeks the Dark Mountain blog has published extracts from the latest journal, Issue 8 on Technê.. Here is my post on some of the portraits featured in its densly illustrated pages.
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Mann by Robert Leaver |
Dark Mountain issue 8 is our most visual book yet. Its pages are interwoven with paintings, photographs, architectural drawings, craftwork guidelines and illustrations. Alongside the eerily smooth lines of the technological world sits the rough beauty of maker culture; the ugliness of high-frequency transmitters on South London rooftops juxtaposed with a reconstructed iron-age smelter in Scotland, or a serried row of billhooks in a tool library in Cumbria.
In celebration of this edition here are seven glimpses into the collection and the stories that can shift our attention away from the trance of the mechanical sphere and back into physical and meaningful reality.
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One of the original critiques of technology comes from the French philosopher
Jacques Ellul. In an interview with
Jan van Boeckel,
Never mind where, so long as it's fast, he tells the young film makers who are recording him:
Existence in a society that has become a system finds the senses useless precisely because of the very instruments designed for their extension. One is prevented from touching and embracing reality. Further, one is programmed for interactive communication; one’s whole being is sucked into the system. It is this radical subversion of sensation that humiliates and then replaces perception.
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Jacques Ellul on la technique: 'We are surrounded by objects which are,
it is true, efficient but they are absolutely pointless. A work of art,
on the other hand, has meaning in various ways or it calls up in me a
feeling or an emotion whereby my life acquires sense. That is not the
case with a technological product. We have the obligation to rediscover
certain fundamental truths which have disappeared because of technology.
We can also call these truths values, important, actual values, which
ensure that people experience their lives as having meaning. Documentary
still @Rerun Productions | |
The book charts some of the everyday fundamental things our hands can still touch and remember, from making sourdough bread to hanging out washing on a windy day. It shows too how artists can take ordinary materials and rework them, thereby reconnecting people with the living systems of which they are made: ink made from oak galls, deer parchment painted with birch smoke, mead made from wild leaves and raw honey.
Here the attentive hand of the furniture maker and artist
Wycliffe Stutchbury pieces together slices of discarded trees and fenceposts for one of his giant 'woodpaintings', in an interview by choreographer
Clare Whistler called
Heartwood:
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In the Studio: ‘Wood is the paint, the tiles are the brushes. I don’t
colour, stain or manipulate the material, which allows the making of
something to happen. I want the restriction of the form to keep it
simple. I don’t want to distract the viewer from the colour, the texture
and the landscape.’ Photo by Clare Whistler |
One of the main questions discussed in the book centres on time.
Technology promises to 'save time'. What happens when a faster, more
efficient machine takes over the human task of engaging with the world?
What relationship with the fabric of things is lost, with our
creativity, with each other?
In the photo essay
The Walnut Project, photographer
Manuela Boeckle documents
villagers in the Perigord region in France cracking their local 'Corne'
walnuts for oil: nuts that are too hard and too small to be processed
on an industrial scale:
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The elderly neighbours (‘les dames denoisillenses’) gather around Leni‘s
kitchen table to process the nuts. The nuts are placed on a tile,
cracked with the boxwood hammer and de-shelled (denoisillage). The women
chat, sing in Occitan (the local dialect and the language of the
troubadours), listen to the sounds, or are simply immersed in an
activity they have known since childhood. Photo by Manuela Boeckle |
In
The Craft of Slow Time, photographer
Rob Fraser travels out to the edgelands of Tibet, Ladakh and elsewhere in search of people who still work with a deep connection to the land. Using a plate glass camera, a technology that has not changed for 100 years, requires him to engage with the subjects of his portraits and listen to their stories.
You can’t set up a large format camera, on its tripod, and stand there with a bright red cape over your head without first getting to know the people you’re going to shoot... The process of photography is also a process of kinship, talking, finding common ground.
It's a long way from the digital clicking of a selfie generation:
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Samburu warriors, northern Kenya. '(We) made camp by a small lake when
these three men wandered past, herding their goats. Their weapons,
handcrafted out of local hardwood, are used to ward off predators keen
on taking the odd stray goat. The pastoral skills needed to tend and
protect a herd and derive food from their milk, blood and meat, are
learned over many years.' Photo by Rob Fraser |
But working on the edge also happens within highly-industrialied countries. Between the book's essays, interviews and life stories, you can catch glimpes of baskets woven in the woods of Northern England, or the plan for a 'yurpee' constructed in the high desert of Arizona, or brief meditations on a pocket knife or geologist's pick. On the edge of the Atlantic singer-songwriter
Catrina Davies gets to grips with tech and (almost) off-grid living in
My Tin Shed Technosphere:
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'My shed is made from the sliced flesh of old trees. I furnished it with
old trees of my own. My family of musical instruments, my several
hundred books, my footstool that’s as old as me with my name carved onto
it. One day these old trees will sink back into the earth and be born
again as worms, or blackbirds, or roses, or tall Scots pines, or
hunchbacked hawthorn, or wild, stunted apples with burnt brown leaves
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Somewhere embedded in the material is a way to regain the meaning and freedom that technology robs from us. So long as we can place our (real) hands on it.
In
A Quiet Industry, writer and voyager
Sarah Thomas steers a project to catalogue the old agricultural tools belonging to
Walter Lloyd. In her record she notes:
We are living through a unique time in our history where these specificities of place, language, skill and purpose are being lost to a homogenised and dislocated ‘being’ and ‘doing’ in the world, as we have largely relinquished responsibility for our existences to people and systems we have never met or held in our hands.
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Charcoal burners making music: : When the fair weather came in summer,
outdoor workshops in toolhandle making and blacksmithing aided in the
restoration process. Some of the newly restored tools were used in a
series of workshops in scything and haymaking, charcoal burning and
willow basket making.' Photo by John Ashton |
Dark Mountain issue 8 ends with one of the clearest insights into the limits of technology: unlike living things it is stuck in a closed system. In
Love & Entropy, artists
Horne & Draper chart the collapsing buildings of their native Doncaster:
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The Sum of All Knowledge: 'We are literally surrounded by the material
ghosts of obsolete technology. We cannot call them ‘corpses’ as they
have not yet mastered death... until we have created – or technology
itself evolves – some form of techno-soil then our technological
masterpieces will ever more quickly become little more than memento
mori; reminding us that entropy awaits the linear world.' Photo by Warren Draper |
Top image: Mann by Robert Leaver: 'The mannequin strikes me as calm and knowing and when I place him in nature I feel as though he is a visitor from the future. He knows things here and now are headed in the wrong direction. His silence is eloquent and somehow soothing. He is an opaque scarecrow, a strangely graceful witness. Ishmael made white by the whale of what will be.'
There’s more where this came from in Dark Mountain issue 8: Technê. To get a copy of the book, or subscribe to future issues, visit our online shop.
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