Friday, July 21, 2017
Our presentation, our song and dance, our Punch and Judy show, (guess who is Punch?) at 2017 The Logan Visionary Conference: FOOD, From Crisis to Innovative Delight at the American Visionary Art Museum is now available for your viewing pleasure. We are happy with the expert editing of our slide show and are grateful for the opportunity to spread the word to the AVAM community and beyond. Please take a look:
Saturday, June 3, 2017
World Environment Day, June 5 is a day to reconnect with nature and celebrate the places that matter most to you. This year the theme is #WithNature so everyone, everywhere will be sharing pictures of how they are connecting with #WithNature. In that spirit we are pleased to offer our love of nature at Kehoe Beach with this video produced by ARTE TV a French/German network with US crew Virginie Goubier, producer and Alexis Orand, camera. We are grateful for the stunning footage that captures the breathtaking sweep of the beach and grandeur of this place where we are #WithNature. You can watch it here:
We have been reminiscing about 2005 when San Francisco was host to the United Nations World Environment Day. The city stepped it up for five days, June 1-5. Some 50 mayors from around the world pledged to act on energy, waste reduction, urban design, urban nature, transpiration, environmental health, and water. We were pleased that San Francisco was taking the lead and we were especially proud to be included in the Environmental Art Expo at Fort Mason.
We were totally star-struck when Daryl Hannah and Julia Butterfly Hill heaped praise on our beach plastic display.
On June 1 President Trump decided to pull out of the Paris Climate Accord. Hundreds of nations have expressed their dismay and across the US there has been a rallying cry. California's Governor Jerry Brown, acting as a defacto climate ambassador is on his way to China to invite dialogue and promote green growth. Mayors and cities across the US have committed to following the Accord guidelines. Top CEO's are proclaiming, He's wrong. Although we may be devastated by Trump's decision there is a ray of hope in all of this:
If President Trump won't lead, the American people will.
Tuesday, May 30, 2017
44 North Coffee on the 44th parallel on Deer Isle, Maine opened on Monday for the summah season. It gets darn cold up there so they close for the winter. Here in the Bay Area, we know nothing about cold, only as Poet Antonio Machado says, "The cold is a good advisor, but it is cold." And there is nothing like a good cup of coffee or some fresh roasted beans to rêve up the day.
So glad that marine biologist Abby Barrows introduced our work to proprietresses and coffee roasters par excellence Megan Wood and Melissa Raferty. Although we have never met Abby, we are excited to learn about her work researching micro-plastics in oysters, clams, mussels, mackerel and lobster. Yep, she has found plastic everywhere, in everybody.
We were surprised to discover in a fewer than six degrees of separation, chain of friend to friend, Megan and Melissa went to school with Lila Roo, daughter of painter Tom Lieber. We are big fans of Lila Roo and her amazing work with plastic and have joined with her in support of the Plastic Pollution Coalition. We recently were featured with her on the PPC blog. The connection goes on...Lila and daughter Amelia were tots together right here in the San Geronimo Valley.
Lila Roo is now based in St. Vincent and the Grenadines were she has founded New Roots a youth program that uses creativity as a model for empowerment and respect for self. culture, and nature.
This summer if you are Down East stop by 44 North Coffee for a wicked good cup of brew and join the conversation about plastic and what we all can do to reduce the amount of trash that ends up in the ocean.
44 North Coffee
PO Box 511
Deer Isle, ME 04627
Roastery Phone: 207.348.5208
Wednesday, May 10, 2017
Anticipating a visit with students and scholars from the Graduate Graduate Theological Union in Berkeley we went on a rampage cleaning and clearing. There is nothing like company coming to quicken the pace and motivate to get things in order. As sister in-law Mona used to cajole, "Time to lick the house, the folks are coming!"
As we decided what to show that would be of particular interest to students from Yohana Junkers "Visual Arts, Spirit, and Place in the Americas" it was Richard's book Bright Moments on the dining table that focused attention on the Buddha's final instruction — Make of Yourself a Light.
These days with the dark news from Washington DC (with climate denial, FBI Putsch on our minds, etc. etc. etc. etc.) we are keen to embrace the light and join with others who want to illumine the truth. We often think of Anthropologist Mary Douglas and her idea of pollution defiling the temple. Isn't this gorgeous planet our temple?
The expansive and lively conversation spun near and far. The meaning of place was a recurring theme — from what it means to move from one home to another to the importance of a touch stone or work of art that one can return to again and again. And how subtle variations are discernible — when, like a drawer of beetles or birds in a natural history museum, the individual character (oil splotches, Bryozoans, bleached by the sun) of each of these cheese spreaders (or the lightbulbs) can be compared to type.
Although the prospect of finding plastic on the beach is always unpredictable —it's a leap of faith to promise a "mess of plastic." After all of the blah, blah, blah about the problem of plastic pollution, it was disconcerting when, from the top of the dune, the beach looked clean.
Undaunted by the thought that we had made the trek all the way to the beach and there was no plastic to be seen, everyone was enlivened by the brilliance of the day and took to the task. Although there were scant few big pieces of plastic, with keen eyes and deft hands, in just a few minutes handfuls of tiny pieces of plastic and nurdles were collected. How to ever clean up this mess? The smaller the pieces = the bigger the problem.
Whether it's off-shore oil drilling, tanker loads of crude spilling and spoiling our shores, or war maneuvers at sea, this toy soldier is poignant reminder of the true cost of plastic. Isn't it time for a war on plastic? The United Nations says, YES!
What gets us out to the beach over and over again? Is it an heroic act? Not really, it's simply the thrill we get from "being on the case," to do the tiniest action that ignites some vague inner thrill—turning on the switch. After all is said and done, we take Buddha's instruction seriously — Make of Yourself a Light.
Sunday, April 30, 2017
Imagine a cadre of gray-haired women carrying this sign…
First, it was the Women's March and then, the March for Science and now, the People's Climate March. Thousands of people gathered on Saturday for, yet again!!!, another rallying cry for action.
Via live-broadcast from Washington, DC we were able to watch the crowds, in the sweltering heat, drumming and shouting as they circled the White House.
A somewhat quieter but just as environmentally committed group of folks gathered at Falkirk Cultural Center for the closing party for the Living Oceans exhibition that included a 77th birthday party for celebrated marine artist George Sumner.
On this day, when people are thinking about how petrochemicals impact the planet, people were captivated as they watched the onslaught of plastic in the ocean via our SeaSpan TV.
And our Bottle Cascade is notably relevant — as an example of how the ocean currents serve as great conveyors cycling debris from all around the world. Single-use bottles and bottle caps are among the most common items found in the ocean waste stream. They come to our beaches, from our neighborhoods and from thousands of miles across the sea, connecting the world in swirls of single-use plastic.
On Kehoe Beach in the Point Reyes National Seashore we find telltale product labels from Malaysia, Hong Kong, Singapore in Chinese, Japanese, Korean, even Russian and Hindi. And our bottles from the San Francisco Bay end up on distant shores.
Special thanks to Margret Farley and the Cultural Affairs Service League for mounting Living Oceans, a timely exhibit that addressed the profound influence the ocean has on our lives; on climate change. Just remember, our planet is 30% earth, 70% water.
Saturday, April 22, 2017
Today, to celebrate Earth Day, we will be digging the dirt. While getting the corn and cassoulet beans in the ground, we will be thinking about the scientific discoveries that have enlarged our understanding of the world and will be wondering how the idea of science ever became so maligned. We are frightened about the current political climate and we believe that corporate profits are fueling the unwillingness to accept the facts about climate change.
We are heartened by the photos of smart signs coming in on the news wire. This pic from
the March for Science in DC.
the March for Science in DC.
|The Washington Post|
We are reminded of a different time politically when in 1962, the President of the United States, John F. Kennedy, spoke about the ocean and the deep connection we have to the sea.
We have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch it, we are going back from whence we came. – John F. Kennedy
And in 1969, these words from President Ronald Reagan: Can you believe... Mr. "You've seen one redwood you've seen 'em all" said this?
|The Summer of Love exhibition at the DeYoung Museum, San Francisco|
To contribute to the Earth Day conversation we were honored to be invited to participate in the 5th Annual Earth Stewardship Symposium at West Valley College a vibrant educational institution at the center of the diverse and rich learning laboratory known as Silicon Valley.
James Nestor, author/ adventurer
Halley Froelich aquaculture and sustainable fisheries
Stiv Wilson The Story of Stuff
This spring we have been on quite a journey. We had a blast in Baltimore at the American Visionary Art Museum, came home for a quick turn-around week. then went back again to the East Coast to Woods Hole, MA to celebrate the 70th birthday of Ron Zweig, Richard's venerable amigo from high school, circa 1962.
Along with spending hours in relaxed conversation with Ron and his wife Christina, we meandered the beach picking up plastic—how great to have these kindred spirits who are amassing their own collection of treasures. The Naiads gifted Ron with two mylar helium birthday balloons washing up to wish him a "Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday".
On Easter we enjoyed the annual eggroll and potluck brunch at the New Alchemy Institute. There were kids galore and now grown ups who were there in 1972 for the first roll.
On Easter we enjoyed the annual eggroll and potluck brunch at the New Alchemy Institute. There were kids galore and now grown ups who were there in 1972 for the first roll.
Back in the day (1971) the New Alchemy Institute was the epicenter for the developments of aquaculture, composting, and sustainable sanitation technologies. From the West Coast Judith, as an aspiring back-to-the-lander, longed to visit and Richard actually did in 1976 when friends Ron and Christina worked and taught there. The centerpiece of New Alchemy was a structure of passive and active solar energy, aquaculture all integrated into a home. The home provided waste systems as well as food production. These structures were called Arks. http://www.thegreencenter.net/ To be inside a home like this is to enter an eternal golden spring, where entropy itself, is put on hold. The grief Robert Frost expresses in Nothing Gold Can Stay, is held at bay by the likes of the wizards of New Alchemy:
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
New Alchemy indeed: turning dross to gold. Let's say it together 1, 2, 3…HUMANURE!!!
Although we could fall into a pit of despair about the bad news about the planet instead, we offer some links to bring heart back into a fraught period:
M Sanjayan's PBS series EARTH A New Wild. He explores the world reporting positive stories of human/nature interactions.
The Rocky Mountain Arsenal, notorious for making chemical weapons, is now a wildlife refuge. Although visitors are allowed, the area is still too toxic for human habitation.
The infamous Korean DMZ is home to three species of endangered cranes as well as the endangered goat, the Amur Goral.
Chernobyl, 30 years after the nuclear disaster, is quite alive with moose, wolves and beavers who are busy re-creating the Pribyat River.
In New York City there is the spectacular High Line Park. Inspired by the Coulée Verte in Paris. There are now such parks sprouting up in Chicago, Japan, New Jersey, Philly, London, Atlanta.
Close to home in Lagunitas there is the one-man operation, The Last Resort.
In need of your support: Sign the petition on the website.
We believe that good humor is the best way to get a point across, so Richard is happy to be tipping his hat to Secretary of State, Rex Tillerson with a message affirming his intention. Exxon has invested big time in Arctic exploration. They are licking their chops about the melting permafrost that will make it easier to extract the oil. Rex? Is this what our Secretary of State is tasked to do?
Wednesday, April 5, 2017
Although it was a whirlwind trip to Baltimore and the American Visionary Art Museum we are grateful for every moment. From Vollis Simpson's whimsical Whirligig to the ascending/descending turn of the mirrored wings of Andrew Logan's Black Icarus to the spiraling energy of the dedicated staff at the AVAM we were caught in a vortex of inspiration.
As we have written in earlier blog reports of our farm and garden—Rule #4 from Rancho Deluxe (formerly Uncle Dick's Fun Camp) states:
4. Listen to the small voices. Trust the whispers. Pay attention to what you glimpse out of the corner of your eye. It’s how you know what to do. Your furtive mind will offer many ideas that may become discounted because they are not practical, or remunerative, or, foolish in the eyes of others. Try some ideas out, they may become a signpost or a dead end but you won’t know until you act.
The old saw—the proof of the pudding is in the eating— finds the concept vitally alive at AVAM. This place is a delicious feast for the eye, heart and that most precious attribute: human imagination.
Along with an extraordinary permanent collection of artworks by "outsider " artists every year the museum mounts a large thematic exhibition. This year its YUMMM! the History, Fantasy and Future of Food. To increase awareness about the problem of plastic in food our film, One Plastic Beach is included in a loop on the big screen.
The table was set with a rainbow pile of plastic. Participants were given a plate and encouraged to make an arrangement. This was not a take-away project but Beka Plum, K-12 education coordinator, was standing by to snap a Polaroid pic. The plastic then went back into the pile for use by the next person. We knew our project was going to be a hit with the kids, but we did not expect this kind of hit. Our activity table attracted kids-of-all-ages. And talk about gourmet plating. Culinary artistry. The arrangements were fun and fanciful —how about a ham on rye with a pickle? YUMMM!
Many of the kids had never seen a Polaroid so there were great squeals of delight as the image magically appeared.
Big thanks to Abby Baer, conference coordinator, who kept us on time, on target, making sure everything went without a hitch.
We stretched out our art experience by making a quick stop at the National Gallery of Art in D.C. to check in on Thomas Cole's four-part allegorical series, The Voyage of Life.
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
One day Chuck Wiley asked if he could take two buoys from our pile of buoys collected from Kehoe Beach. He gave no explanation about what he had in mind but the next day he returned with one. In a seemingly simple configuration he transformed the buoy. With two holes cut for the eyes and one for a mouth, it now holds all the mystery of the inscrutable Mona Lisa smile.
We were stunned when we got the news of Chuck's sudden passing. We think of him every day as we pass by this totem that stands at the top of our driveway as guardian and greeter.
Friday, January 27, 2017
These days the weekends don't mean much. One glorious day just flows into another now that we are working from home. "What's today, again?" Since our retirement from Electric Works we are hard pressed to find our way into the car. We commuted from Forest Knolls to SF for 20 years!!!
But this weekend we found ourselves traveling back to our old SF Civic Center hood for the Women's March where we stood with 10's of thousands of others to protest the Trump regime.
We rode the early ferry into town. Lots of pink pussy hats to be seen and Judith with Clementine's borrowed pink Bat Woman cape—her nod to "Pink Power," caught lots of comments. Hooray for Bat Woman, the heiress who used her fortune to fight the forces of evil. Is there any evidence that Trump has used a dime of his billions to do good?
Since we were early, we headed for SFMOMA to see In the Beginning an exhibition of early Diane Arbus photographs and William Kentridge's profoundly realized essay on the experience of time. Go see it!
As we walked up Market to the Civic Center we were buoyed by a sea of pink pussy hats. The era of calling a whimp a pussy is well over — weakling, coward, sissy. HA!
Coming downstream was an anti-abortion group who had the morning parade permit. We couldn't help but notice the Walk for Life folks had pre-printed signs in black saying, "I am pro-life." All alike and obviously pre-printed and handed out by the thousands. Humorless and lock-step the pro-lifers seem like a one-trick pony. In great contrast to Women's March hand-made creative placards like: "I'm not much of a protest guy, but sheesh!" Or "I've seen better cabinets at IKEA." We'd have a greater affinity if these same folks would care as much about the born as the un-born. Feels like the same crowd that wants to cut school funding and child care. Sheesh is right.
It was a prudent decision to not have the grandkids in strollers with us - it was hard enough to make our way through the crowds to get a place near the speakers stage and our good old friend Ashurbanipal. The sculpture of Ashurbanipal anyway, next to the Main SF Library, who died in 627, BC. Ashurbanipal is an awesome presence standing tall in the plaza area between the library and the Asian Art Museum. A fearsome warrior, king of Assyria, whose mission was to collect and gather books as he made his empire. His library at Nineveh (modern-day Mosul)contained over 30,000 texts discovered in 1847. We know the Epic of Gilgamesh because of Ashurbanipal. In one mighty arm he clutches a lion whose teeth are deep in the king's wrist, the other arm proffers a book. Oh! that we could have a rekindling of interest in knowledge in our post-fact Trumpian world! Our latest bumper sticker — We stand tall with Ashurbanipal.
Energized by the March, we strengthened our resolve to do what we can about the issues near and dear. So on Sunday we headed to Kehoe Beach. Since there have been unbelievable storms dumping record breaking amounts of rain we were sure that there would be plastic aplenty. We were not disappointed. As we topped the first dune and saw stretched out before us piles of kelp and plastic debris, we broke into song— belting out "Happy Days are Here Again."
With the success of Hamilton on Broadway and the 14 Oscar nominations for La La Land we are living in a time of the resurgence of the musical and after the winter storms — the resurgence of plastic.
Right away Richard found a turtle sand toy — YAY — happy days. But soon dark storm clouds gathered and we were blasted with pelting hail and ferocious winds. We got soaked in the deluge and sadly were unable to make our fill-our-bag quota. It was a rough trek back to the car — we slogged our way through sodden sand, slip-slided in the mud and the umbrella was blown inside out. We used to boast that we had visited Kehoe Beach in all kinds of weather but this was inclement with a capital I.
On the trail, during the worst of it, Judith found a mini-Transformer. This auspicious find in the midst of a torrential down pour felt like a sign, a symbol of how to manage the days ahead. Seems like we should face the future as a shapeshifter able to change from vehicle, to animal, to action figure and back again and be, as the Transformer byline suggests, more then meets the eye.
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
“If you can't fly then run, if you can't run then walk, if you can't walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward.”
Martin Luther King, Jr.
On Monday, January 16 at Limantour Beach people, lots of them, showed up to participate in the National Park Service Day Of Service cleanup. Although I could have gone to Kehoe, I wanted to be included in the count of volunteers in remembrance of MLK to "Make it a day on, not a day off." And what a spectacular day it was!! Over 100 people turned out for the beach cleanup including an energetic #GirlTrek group of women from Oakland. That's me on the left in the front row in the first group to head out.
So glad to be introduced to Girl Trek "a national movement to mobilize women to live their healthiest and most fulfilled lives through the habit of daily walking." To date, over 80,000 black women have taken the pledge for themselves. They are going for one million pledged by 2018. I snapped this pic of the "Girls" snapping a Selfie.
The weather was sunny-warm-perfect. Sad to say, that after the onslaught of the recent storms, the plastic was abundant. In just three short hours it was easy to fill my collecting bags plus I found several of my top offenders: there were four Starbuck coffee stirrers, five Tampon applicators and seven Pull tabs from milk and juice cartons. Click on the hyperlinks to read the previous posts.
On the trail back I met Meg Frisbie who works on the structural cleanup crew for the National Park Service. She loves the park so much that even on her day off she wanted to help with cleanup efforts. Now that is the true definition of a postman's holiday — a vacation or holiday spent in a pastime similar to one’s usual employment and in the case of the postman — that means walking.
Just as Meg was about to toss her bag of plastic into the recycle bin, she pulled out a Superball. I shrieked - do you know the rarity of that find!!! Then she proceeded to pull out of her bag a Barbie doll arm and a tiny plastic skull. I shrieked again - do you know the rarity of those finds!!! She was a bit overwhelmed by my enthusiasm for these bits of trash but I was so enthralled that she generously gifted me her treasures. Thank you Meg!
Yes, rare finds indeed but, the real treasure of the Day of Service was in the time well spent — walking the walk.