Will that be for here or to go?
All of the plastic we dish up was found only on 1000 yards of Kehoe Beach in the Point Reyes National Seashore. It wasn’t left by negligent picnickers, most of it has been at sea a long time before washing ashore.
When the common use of plastic found its way into our lives during WWII, plastic was touted as an exciting new material that would revolutionize and indeed, it has — providing new hips and knees, allowing for unbelievable medical advances. But we’ve been inundated with “convenience” and a throw-away ethos. In the swirl of debris, from food shopping to consumer goods, plastic is the unseen background of daily living.
Besides the blight of plastic itself, a mad scientist's brew of toxic chemicals is leaching into our bodies. We have learned that every human being has traces of plastic polymers in their bloodstream. That’s the bad news we live with these days.
There really is no choice when asked for here or to go? It’s all here, and there is nowhere for it to go. Simply, there is no away.
So here we are at the Cliff House, a place of gathering, a place of celebration, a place on the edge, and yes, we are at a precipitous moment. But we have turned ourselves toward the joy we feel at participating with other creative souls to say what artists have always said, “What if...” and then the miracle of the creative mind catches a breeze, and we are off on a journey all the way out from here to there. “Will that be for here or to go?”
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