Like all men and women, I am the creation of the intersection of a child with an environment. My environment was an industrial farm in the grassland mountains of the west. At the age of two, I played with a rattlesnake one afternoon. That kind of thing. It shapes one, you know. Most humans today are not the creation of such an environment, but of the intersection of human life with a city. They have, in other words, been raised within books. Here’s an example of a man in Prague living in a book.
For a man like that, nature is a force from outside of his world which becomes, within his world, decorative. For me, the city is standing within nature, and rather cluttering it up until such time as someone can figure out how to reunite it with nature. There’s no changing any of this. Here’s a man in Manchester, confronting art in an urban representation of the human body or, actually, the human book.
Man meets man in North Manchester. Well, OK, Man meets woman, yes. Now that the age of the book is over, all of this territory is as new as Trinidad was when Columbus sailed into town in 1492. We are no longer in a human book but in the world after the book. Here’s an image of existentially uprooted birds in Prague, living on past the end of time. I think it’s a pretty clear image of the human situation as well.
This work of building a new nature and a new city begins with walking, and with eyes. Currently, the eyes are mutating, such as this eye, which I found in a city wall below Prague Castle:
Eye, Nose, Mouth and What-Have-You All in One
Such crossover technology is inspiring. It speaks of an inventive artfulness not trapped within the idea of a book or in antiquated communication technologies like this, in North Manchester:
This is something we have to do on a human scale. The age of irony is past.