As if hanging in mid space, you're cruising imperceptibly at an altitude of 30,000 feet. You're tucked into your window seat. The sun basks your face as you peer down at Mother Earth. What you often see beneath, as you fly, especially over the midland of our country are not mountains, valleys and rivers but an intriguing patchwork of squares and circles and the glint of metallic holding ponds. Their hues vary from dirty gray to green, blue and rust orange. You're looking at the industrial American heartland. It's oddly and disturbingly beautiful. And, what in the heck is that? I've wondered in so many trips traversing our country.
Kudos to Canadian photographer Edward Burtynsky who has captured this ugly yet dauntingly stunning reality on our continent's landscape. Fifteen of his photographs debut today in the innovative Gordon CAP Gallery of Nashville's Frist Center for the Arts. In a show entited: The Industrial Sublime, the artist's lens focuses on landscapes that have been irreparably altered by human industry. Burtynsky creates works that do not just address the environmental destruction that has been wreaked all over the globe, but paradoxically reveal the beauty of the resulting topography.
And sweetly albeit oddly, too--evidence of art imitating life--The Frist Center has sprouted roses in front of it's glorious granite Art Deco home bordering busy Broadway. I knew these were about to bud, the Frist Center told me (and other area arts media) so in an email. I requested this picture to show you. But, so busy was I debating about which street would I turn to head over to Union Street to eat sushi at Koto one recent Saturday night, that I missed them. But my companion, I could tell by his exclamations at their sight, had not. Too late, I was turning on to Fourth. Or Fifth. One of those. I bypassed Broad on the way home, so I missed them again. I'm looking forward to taking in their visual aroma soon. They'll be blooming in all their giant metal glory until the end of 2013. Aren't we lucky? Don't you get distracted and forget to smell the roses. K?
Happy Memorial Day weekend, all.