Alpha Beta dailey taley – Bulleted, C and D…

WIO~B~Bitten the Bullet

and some BIRD calls this art …

(I can’t remember her ‘working title’ and I’ve not added her / our copyright so I might be in for a jackass kick to the BACKSIDE and not in my own BACKYARD or the dog will have bird for breakfast… I’m about to have mine, cornflakes, then I’ve got to get on with my C’s for tomorrow… (that was at time of drafting, missed hitting publish, too drained to free-write C or D along way, so publishing this now for a C and D Sunday… as there not only words but also C and D words in this tale.

She (C) says, one of her personal friends achieved his Foundation Diploma by making paintings of real dead chickens – headless chickens or those with their necks wrung. He progressed to becoming a fully-qualified art graduate with WORK like standing a ladder against a  gallery wall and placing a real dead fly on a gallery-wall-shelf. We’re sure there was more to it than that, of course.

She, being an artistic friend of mine, embracing relective practice in fine form, BELIEVES her original artist friend might even agree that her photo is art. BOTH or neither of them would BE BOTHERED if no-one in the world agreed with them. So is that just artists BEEFING the other up? He want on to fully-qualified flaneuring and flouncing about floating his boat in fine style and she want on to make art of all sorts and reflected on his fly by placing a real dead bee on an abstract paper flower for a 2012 Jubilee piece in a Jubilee themed art exhibition.

STILL, it does make my blood boil that there are BUFFOONS who shoot at BIRDS and this one clearly got the bullet and then had it’s neck wrung by a compassionate BY-PASSer who left it in the road. BEing as she is, BONKERS, Colette made a special trip back to the site sometime later and I’m not putting that picture up whatever she calls it. Art or not, a fully formed BULLETed BIRD in the middle of the road is one thing, but blogging one after traffic???

Some people wouldn’t know what to make of any of it, I’m sure and probably say, ‘how IS IT art?’, or, that it’s rubbish. This dead bird could have done with a BLACK BAG and BINning but he/she was BIODEGRADEABLE and the final photo shows there was nothing much left for a burial after BURNT rubber.

So, that’s life, or it was… BYE for now… C’ya witha cheerier post for tomorrow, mayBE…

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Alpha Beta dailey taley – Bulleted, C and D…

Rights of Nature 01 (conf-lab)

I was inspired to attempt a short piece of writing introducing this topic from a personal perspective for practice in formal writing and by the informative and inspiring keynote speakers presenting the Rights of Nature Conference programme yesterday. Brief details provided in excerpt,. I would have like to attend, but unable, so online access via You Tube was excellent. I’ve not tried the live streaming service before and didn’t think I’d manage to pay attention – I did glimpse in and out between multi-tasking and chores but caught some of all speakers and all of some – notably the artists platform and panel discussions.

I particularly enjoyed the photography – of both nature and artefact, architecture and societal. The historical and contemporary images used were visually stunning and the informational slides relating to statistics weren’t over-bearing but snappy and simple.

I know I missed a lot of the factual information and I acknowledge the impacts are of serious natures. I would have liked to be able to ask questions, I suppose I could have emailed any questions to the gallery! Hearing the various voices from far across the globe was a pleasure and I’m listening to it again to make better use of my minimal notes as soon as I have spare time. At least once by March I will get a lift (bus!) to the city to see the exhibition and will be glad of the supporting knowledge having seen and heard some of the Conference.

Nature doesn’t seem taught in schools anymore as it was when I was in primary school. Art neither. Art and Nature were key players in everyday delivery of fundamental knowledge, understanding and skill. We were engaged in understanding the world around us from a natural and holistic perspective and everything was taught in a well-rounded way.

Things were very different in so many ways, but not so many that affinity with Nature should be usurped by automating and desensitising our children and grand-children to the fundamental principles of (m)Other Earth and all E’s inhabitants and co-habitants. Much of such affinity is bound in myth and fable, folklore, old (w)ives tales, spirituality, but fundamentally still connected with and by Science. Essential and profound. Proofs exist in the languages, the arts, in literature and religion. They are not concrete. Rites and rituals are denied, diluted, distorted and demonised. Rights are expendable, dismissed, denied.

In a technologically “advanced” age,  collectively, we have as a wider westernised society at large, become and been very backward thinking. Disrefuting centuries of wisdoms and beliefs, hierarchial societies ignore such evidence as defies concrete measure and verified in sterile systematic formats to be accepted as proven. Human resource needs outweighing common sense and sustainable management failing at the turn of every street corner and every highway junction deprives peoples in developing nations of the essential commodities and resources they produce. (I use the term “developing” in a non-derrogative sense, my personal view being that our westernised societies are the under-developed and non-developing, stagnate and leeching – and we have much to take on board and learn from those societies encouraged to look to our standards of life and our views of aspiration and worth.)

I’m not an activist or an environmentalist and I’m not well learned in most things, but I’m interested. That interest was generated and remained by solid schooling where just one teacher managed the needs of every child at individual needs level. There were no classroom assistants, no parent volunteers, no time out of class for planning or marking. (I know it’s a difficult job, for quite a lot of pay and quite an easy work-life balance the majority time – is how it seems. I’ve been a school parent governor and also home-educated for some phases of my eldest’s education when he was too ill to attend school and it’s a lot of work for just one child, so I shouldn’t knock it.)

It’s twenty five years since I bought my first book on such matters as global consumerism, population densities (politics and business! I mean “social demographics” I think…). Agricultural crises were long forecast and implementations of coping mechanisms have been hindered by capitalist ideals, industrialised nations and life on the never never…

Our local communities seem insular and less community-spirited.  Where I live, there used to be a small but very popular close-by weekly market selling food,meat, fish, fresh groceries, second-hand clothing, bric-a-brac etc. It was an essential meeting point for local people.  You’d see your neighbours and further neighbours and had neighbours for half a mile radius even as an outsider resettled. The market was shut down to make way for car-parking for an expanded training centre that no longer provided support and business units for small local start-up businesses, promotes services to targeted user groups, can’t cater for all and doesn’t advertise well. The church training facility ceased and the community centre seems mostly closed other than elections. Rents have increased and local residents now are often from other parts of the country escaping higher rents or other problems.

Many people drive, even to the nearest shops and schools and no-one seems to have much time for enjoying even the sky or a few moments – being interested in the sky is viewed as being somewhat strange – as if there’s nothing to see there! I get a similar response if I ask people about the gallery and if they’ve been – as if it’s an oddity, a quirkism. So British education hasn’t really been working for quite a long time, however well they squeeze the statistical data.

Are our children switching off as part of the social wave of always switching on? Or are they armouring in defense of reductionist teaching strategies, encouraged to greed and want and to aspire above all else. Gain good results= Successful school status sold to kids as landing best possible job, highest posible pay, nice house and car. All that matters is ticking the box, making the mark and pressing the right buttons – and keeping the cash tills ringing, for statutory public services also, not just private sector.

Whilst I parented my two children, born a decade apart, topics such as nature seemed to be dealt tokenistically – a day trip on a coach, or a special session here and there more locally but irregular and detached – of course I didn’t take those classes so that’s just how it seemed as an outsider. I was particularly worried by lack of safety awareness taught in city schools for existing in countryside and coastal areas – evident amongst adult behaviours as much as the young. Holiday deaths and accidents are a quite regular news item and alongside, displays of disrespect for the natural world can be alarming. Things I’d grown up taking for granted as being “common sense” seem to some people to be my foolish fear and over-concern, rather than local knowledge and understanding.

Though my opinion’s out of date now, as a young-ish grandparent, my feeling regarding  contemporary schooling was, and is, that although there’s an awful lot for children to learn, it boils down to what is needed to be taught. The needs of the restricive tangible pedagogical system, the service strategies, developmental directives and aims, marketing objectives – getting employees and managers to meet those directives and achieve targets all take priority over all else.

Public art provision, at an organisational level, seems not dissimilar to an extent at times. “I am valued most for my convenience to your need to tick boxes” – if I am valued at an organisational level at all for I am only one – and don’t have much money to spend in the cafe or shop.

I downloaded some IPCC briefings when I fell into them at the bbc.co.uk news website (cheers, bbc!). They’re not a light read (and of course not for printing for environmental reasons unless it’s your job to have that information on a chunk of tree on your lap). I might allow myself a page … but I revel in the unseen virtual paper space of my disc-drive and it’s a lot easier to file and find things and a lot less dusty.

The future is impossible to predict, so we all carry on running the hamster wheels and the rat-runs, oblivious. It’s in our human conditioning to just use all things up quick, because if we don’t, some one else will instead, so enjoy it while it lasts and never mind tomorrow. I might, if I can spare the research time, compare some old book-based information to current data and statistics and check it out better – if online data and statistics can be relied upon, it’s difficult to be sure or to trust.  I’ll definitely come back and set some links for a challenge- and for a change.

Thanks for reading this far, feel free to suggest anything you think I’ve missed, or errors or just for exchange if you like (you might even find me on twitter…). Writing for practice. Article / series in progress…

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