The concrete world is expanding. The green grasses of nature become scarce and ruffled. The paths form and civilisation lives on; always hanging in the balance of extinction, nature closes it’s eyes for protection.
The living space we demand is forced from natures grasp like a bully. After the land has given up, we knock it down and rebuild. It is to the lands misery that they witness the demise of their previous land. Now, if nature could speak it would be crying out some kind of leeway, but as our demand for living forever lives on we are always at the forefront of nature. Nature’s shift is in a balance. It fails to win the battle but will eventually win the war.
Such is our tyrant behaviour, we are always at the mercy of nature yet this balance is explored invisibly. We eventually work on the land until we regroup. Nature, which often leaves us in awe, eventually fades if it does not shine enough.
The fine distinctive line between concrete and grass shows its uncomfortable relationship, they are polar opposites. Once sculpted and developed, our existence is instigated as we plough through the land for more land to occupy. We need to live and we need to inhabit ourselves somewhere. As you venture into the city you are immersed with the hybrid of manufactured grass and confined trees, almost coughing at the air’s scent. The two elements reluctantly play ball. Each dismissive of the other, it becomes a tantrum that no one wants to confront.
The landscape is decorated with conflicts. And with the arrogance of destroying old for new to repeat the cycle you will always see mans’ inferior presence to nature even though we populate the land so freely. We maintain the land and trim it’s locks, preserve it behind sterile yellow signs. We protect it when it is beautiful, yet the land that seems a bit worse for wear is plucked and replaced with our housing lots.
We cannot survive without nature, thats pretty simple. Science aside, the sensation of avoiding the untouched land prevents human beings from evolving. Nature prompts the thought for ideas, the spark behind thinking. It is more than a place to relax or experience – it is a feeling. It is something we take for granted by crave it more than anything. The natural elements of the world come at no cost and they are inferior to a lot of man-made activity. Nature exists and that’s the beauty of it. It is precisely this conflict that is so important to comprehend and to understand in Jonathan Fuss’s Altered Neighbourhoods. For it is a tug of war, a wrestle if you will, and we are constantly battling with it. Some days we win and sometimes nature prevails. It is a sibling relationship that always ends up with good feelings. It is a relationship stirred up with emotions and we are all in the balance of this friendly turf war.
Published 22 April 2015