quotes / time


Dostoevsky’s The Possessed
Stavrogin: . . . in the Apocalypse the angel swears that there’ll be no
more time.
Kirillov: I know. It’s quite true, it’s said very clearly and exactly.
When the whole of man has achieved happiness, there
won’t be any time, because it won’t be needed. It’s perfectly
Stavrogin: Where will they put it then?
Kirillov: They won’t put it anywhere. Time isn’t a thing, it’s an idea.
It’ll die out in the mind.

Female Land Artists

Mary Miss –  Battery Park Landfill, 19734batterypark11973-849x563.jpg


Patricia Johanson – Stephen Long 1968

(for the specific purpose of questioning how far can the eye see before the colours blur together)


Alice Aycock, Clay #2, 1971/2012


Nancy Holt – Sun Tunnels – Lucin, Utah <1968maxresdefault.jpg

Male and Female Land Artists

Helen Mayer and Newton Harrison, Endangered Meadows of Europe (Meadows Transplanted), 1994


Boyle Family – Study from the Broken Path Series with Border Edging, 19862012AA46410.jpg

Charles & Ray Eames – Powers of Ten, 1977


Christo and Jean-Claude – Wrapped Coast, One Million Square Feet, Little Bay, Sydney, Australia, 1968-69






On Exactitude in Science – Jorge Luis Borges

On Exactitude in Science Jorge Luis Borges, Collected Fictions, translated by Andrew Hurley.

…In that Empire, the Art of Cartography attained such Perfection that the map of a single Province occupied the entirety of a City, and the map of the Empire, the entirety of a Province. In time, those Unconscionable Maps no longer satisfied, and the Cartographers Guilds struck a Map of the Empire whose size was that of the Empire, and which coincided point for point with it. The following Generations, who were not so fond of the Study of Cartography as their Forebears had been, saw that that vast Map was Useless, and not without some Pitilessness was it, that they delivered it up to the Inclemencies of Sun and Winters. In the Deserts of the West, still today, there are Tattered Ruins of that Map, inhabited by Animals and Beggars; in all the Land there is no other Relic of the Disciplines of Geography. —Suarez Miranda,Viajes devarones prudentes, Libro IV,Cap. XLV, Lerida, 1658

Time from the Perspective of the other

imageUnusualplaces.org is a website where one can feel like an avatar of Hiram Bingham with every click, the article on Houtu Wan village begins with the quote ‘Mother Nature will always take back what she gave’, The village abandoned by the fisherman all at once is a stunning example of what happens without man, which in this time being called ‘the anthropocene’ the term currently contested by the international stratigraphic society as a valid term for this era in which the humans have visible legible affect on the layers of the Earth (some argue this is unfair to include all of the humans since it’s not quite a balanced contribution from all parts of the world, but that’s another story). The focus point here is that this one example of the land without time of man, raw nature and even what can happen to a human landscape without maintenance. Something to note here is that the growth took only 50 years, imagine what more can happen or…imagine returning now to live in such circumstances! Would the grass make for good insulation?! Could it be practice to live nomadically to wander away from cities every now and again so as to allow such growth to re-happ-en..?

Another example of what the planet would look like without man can be found in recent images of Chernobyl; after 30 years of abandonment of humans in the 30km exclusion zone around the damaged nuclear reactor has left the wildlife and nature to thrive, one factoid in the bbc’s are 7 times more wolves, although researchers stress that this does not mean that radiation is good for humans, the most harsh of bottom lines could that humans are worse than radiation for the wolves… Well now maybe we can reference the film ‘wolf totem’ and say goodnight. Or make a side note for the melanin in a black mushrooms skin that can absorb and feed on the radiation….the next question most pragmatic question to be asked is how can we exist better, in a less consumeristically driven society, it is legible in my own home city, London, in the waters of the river running through from source to sea: as one journeys from the source in Kemble, to where the waters commence running in the Cotswolds, crisp and clear, through the jungle green waters of Abingdon on through Hampton courts so-called healing waters…when one reaches the City of London the waters are plagued by greed, muddied legibly with the colours and stench of stagnant consumerism. My next projection line will promise to shake the habitual in some form of pilgrimage route commemorating in the manor of that to mt. Fuji ‘the first fibre optics networks’ remembering the timeless power of nature who’s first primordial forms of life can still be seen hanging about as Aristotle would have observed them -according to a good friend of mine- so why haven’t we wisened up in our cities to the why of why we don’t see apes riding goats indeed..? Aguirre could not control the weather no matter what his temper, this we must remember..and yet when we go into religious buildings , I won’t name one in particular, but somehow, something makes you feel that presence of the other… That we are forgetting to remember daily, a network of remembrance is the only way to secure our position in time, if as isolation says space does only exist in the time of man.. Them everything depends on this…we must find a materiality for our memory that does not do worse than contaminated waters….

to be continued…


Pripyat, Chernobyl -the exclusion zoneimage

Image credits: unusualplaces.org