We express ourselves through excess. We also survive on excess. What we do with things that are surplus to requirements says a lot about how we live.
Excess is a bunch of things. Not just any bunch, though not far off either.
Excess can be words, but it’s more often gestures. All that energy thrown off by the sun. A more efficient star would recycle that energy. Perhaps that what black holes are: no excess. But nature hardly work that way. It prefers to send energy everywhere, where it does things in other ways, for other purposes.
Fruit is by nature excess. All those berries. Any one of which could be a new bush. Most of which goes to feed other creatures, us included.
A stalk of grass grows as per its own requirements, then dies, becoming excess, and gives over to some other process and purpose.
All Terrain Vehicle? Mars Rover?
missions of discovery
The rover heads toward a colourful and richly featured outcrop. There are things to be discovered, examined, and to fire the imagination. Not just the objects themselves, but the sense of possibility inherent in ths sort of landscape.
One thing we can do is look at the kinds of plants that occur. Pretty quickly we stop to look at the coltsfoot, which we mistakenly thought of as butterbur – which it resembles in leaf shape, but not size. I also think of butterbur as a waterside plant, but this is in about the most arid soil around. Maybe it’s not the plant I’m thinking of.
Next to it is a clump of flytipped garden cuttings – holly, clematis – or something like it. But it’s the abstracted shape that’s interesting. Or is that about how the mind finds a pattern in the lines of stems? I’m thinking of Stick Around, the new project we’re running at the orchard. But it’s also nest-like, hair like, maybe even turban-like. Various images come to mind. The patterns start to shift around, the bundle seems to take on a variety of shapes. There’s a whirling vortex of a galaxy in there.
…and this is downtown
But it’s less than the whole truth. It’s a scrap of waiting-to-be-developed land just east of the commercial core. It sets up a great contrast between the aspirational pretension of the Masshouse apartment block and the commercial glitz of Selfridge’s.
It represents a different kind of space set into the urban fabric.