Tuesday 13 December 2011

THE WARMEST NOVEMBER IN 353 YEARS OF RECORDS

November in anyone’s garden

and something’s missing

two things are missing

mysteriously

removed

from the landscape

of anyone's garden

where have the mattresses gone?

in the absence of

familiar garden features

their past presence

demarcated

in the shading of concrete

we decided to position our deckchairs

in the space created

by one removed


their absence made us wonder

has someone been clearing the site ?

so we took wander

to see

stone filled milk cartons – still there

Dick Whittington style package – still there

general litter – still there, everywhere

and the shoe – still there

so we returned to our deckchairs

to ponder

(and smile for the camera)

who would take the mattresses and why?

no idea ...

but it got us thinking further

about our time in anyone’s garden - fast drawing to neigh on a year

although we’ve sat here

on a regular basis

sticking out like sore thumbs

in a landscape ignored by many

yet passed through by numerous

very few people have entered this space or engaged with us

having stuck out like a sore thumb

numerous times in the past

in various locations

not too dissimilar to this

(in other words, un-loved and maligned urban environments)

what is it about either

this space

or

this community

or us

that deters interaction?

what makes this space different from the many we have scrutinised?

what makes this space different is

the sheer amount of litter and man-made detritus

dumped

what makes the community different

is that most

are not casually wandering through the space

but

are on a beeline - a direct route to a university building

students or lecturers with (apparently) little time to spare or to be distracted

what makes our time in anyone's garden different from the other places we have probed is:

our time here has been passive

we have observed

we have listened

we had sniffed

we have reflected

our passivity has been a new way for us to interact with an environment

purely observation ethnography

as opposed to

doing

acting

creative interventions

and conversation pieces

through a non-active process we have learned much about the space, and much about ourselves: our perceptions of a place as well as a spectrum of aesthetic appreciation

we can only guess what other’s perceptions may be

and our guess is

that people are either disinterested or deterred

for us, anyone's garden has great appeal

for a few, anyone’s garden has some appeal

but

what could we do in anyone's garden that would make it more appealing for many others - without tinkering about with, or disturbing, the nature within?

if spaces such as anyone’s garden are under-appreciated they will be under constant threat of redevelopment or reclamation, both of which destroy naturally emerged ecosystems.

In addition to valuing spaces like anyone’s garden for the nature content and associated ecosystem services, we would like the university staff, students, and local residents to recognize anyone’s garden for the biodiverse and unique green space that it is; and utilize it as such

We have begun to ask ourselves:

what would happen if we became active in this space?

what would happen if the space were cleared of all the rubbish?

what would happen if anyone's garden were clean?

what would happen if there were more than two places to sit?

if we actively cleaned this space, as a performative happening, would this encourage people to approach us and ask what we're doing?

perhaps an active intervention on the site will inspire more passers-by to engage with us and the site: enabling rich conversations about urban nature, brownfield sites, ecological art practice, and public ‘gardens’.

we concluded that we would like to sit – as we are – until a year is out: February 2012

and then

begin to investigate whether it is possible to transform this space into an appreciated brownfield garden; sticking to our gardening principles and retaining the vegetation that makes it an interesting and vibrant habitat – in other words: all of it, inclusive of ‘weeds’ and organic debris.

If access could be improved through removing barriers to access – litter, garbage, refuse – could we create a garden that may be more accessible to the community? Could anyone’s garden become a space used by the community? Could it be transformed without being overhauled? Is there a chance that it could be valued for its inherent botanics and manifold miscellaneous floorings? Could anyone’s garden become a garden used: to eat lunch, read papers, and enjoy flora and fauna, as well as contemplate academic conundrums en plein air?














Friday 18 November 2011

A deckchair-less day in October

Crikey! How could we forget the deckchairs?

Ever prepared for (most) eventualities, we had stand-by sit-down apparatus to hand


so we precariously perched

catching up

contemplating

reflecting

taking in our views

(her view and my view)

and a preamble

(about the magnificence of moss – coming into it’s own as the majority of flora around and about wanes)

before ambling through anyone’s garden


it’s October

and the effects of summer are fast fading

autumn, and the glory that brings, is stepping up

that said, a few blooms, as well as bees, linger in the languishing light

asters n common carder bumble bees


fox and cubs still blooming beautiful

and a few yellow hawkbits in bud


The demise of some heralds the uprise of others

mushrooms and toadstools

No picking

No identifying

Just looking

And photographing

Without moving anything –










many of the mushrooms are bursting through moss

and the mosses are slowly blanketing non degradable detritus discarded by humans

steadily concealing their presence from sight



anyone’s garden has a lot of features

left by people

or even

brought by people

like the mattresses

(we have discovered how they arrived here. Ironically, artists transported them, on a shopping trolley, in the rain, from another brownfield, to this one)

but we have no idea who’s moving them around anyone’s garden

or why –

but moving they are



so while we may not have witnessed

human interaction in anyone’s garden

it’s most definitely occurring.

Likewise, it would appear that quadrupeds forage amongst the flora

A squirrel has emerged – in parts



And the rat

found dead in August


a heap of cleaned bones

Limping along

A day in anyone's garden
in September
didn't happen

Sometimes, some things happen in life that distract us from the things that we enjoy in our lives
that's what happened in September

we are both limping
but time and nature continue to stride forward…
missed
by us
for a month

Saturday 10 September 2011

Inner-city summer. 17th august

We wanted to experience the butterflies

fluttering around

and landing on

the buddleia

but the buddleia was browning

july would have been

the prime-time

for the pinnacles of purple

now

only a few remain

prostrate

on tarmac

past its best

or at its best

a matter of taste

personal opinion

aesthetic subjectivity

how you look at the world around you

what you see

depends on

how you look at the world around you

framing

focusing in

seeking out

seeing

noticing

fine elements

willow herbs

burst their slender pods

their seeds

on silky fibres

suspended

hanging by threads

until the wind

gusts

or a critter tweaks them free

anyone’s garden is going to seed





in all the glorious forms that takes





and the colours of late summer and early autumn are settling in

echoed by our chairs

as well as the fly tipped rubbish

on the far side of the garden

Anyone's garden

is bigger

than we let on

it stretches beyond

where we choose to explore

the far side

is an area favoured by fly tippers

but

with selected viewing

you could think

you were in an urban cottage garden

however

the views we favour

are here

my view

her view

and the space we explore is this side

17th august

too late

to experience

the butterflies of the budlea

the admirals, peacocks, and tortoise shells

instead

this day

we experienced the blues

common

and frequent



and brown

if they’re female



other things that caught our eyes this day were

curious things

fungus covered concrete

home to spiders and moss

and

a milk container

void of milk

yet packed to the brim

with stones



it makes you wonder

all of it

constantly