Thursday, June 20, 2013

The Mighty Haole!!! (haole koa that is)



I woke up thinking about a conversation I had yesterday with my neighbor, Kent - realizing that my whole neighborhood, possibly most of the island, my country, the planet!!!  has been brainwashed into believing that it is not possible to have a nice yard without using dangerous chemicals like Round- Up to kill weeds.  In my neighbor’s defense, I must let you in on the embarrassing details of my story. My household had grown very accustomed to the ‘natural look’ of a very unkempt front yard, vastly overgrown with grasses and weeds that had become small trees over the course of several months. This natural look was very similar to what the side of Diamondhead looks like – beautiful when in context with the mountain, but not so attractive in the context of the highly manicured lawns of my Kahala neighborhood.  My kind neighbor who claims to love yard work had volunteered himself one morning to clean up our yard for us as a nice surprise.  My housemate had come home from work to this embarrassing but thoughtful surprise in action, feeling obligated to help him in this long avoided chore.  Later that day, I had the opportunity to meet him. He was busy admiring his work on my yard while cleaning up the last bits of green rubbish from our formerly hidden sidewalk. We spoke of what to plant in place of the shrubbery of weeds that were now missing and he generously offered his advise. The neighbor literally said that it is futile to plant anything in the yard unless I first treat the whole yard, to treat the soil with poison, Monsanto’s Round-Up. Shocked and appalled, I said that it was against my religion – not wanting to go into a huge discussion of the ill effects of Round-Up after he had just spent his free time cleaning up my yard. If he only knew that just a few weeks ago I had participated in the March against Monsanto! This conversation will come along eventually, I am sure of it – just not quite yet.
                                           (No, my neighbor Kent hasn't seen my backyard!)

So this morning I woke up wondering, just how many people in my neighborhood believe this lie? What did people do prior to the invention of harmful chemicals such as Round-Up that was developed in the 1970’s by Monsanto? I have trouble believing that there were no nice yards in Hawaii. I know - my yard was way out of control...but what if I like the natural look? And what exactly is a weed anyway? My particular problem 'weed' is the haole koa, which is actually a tree.  It is relentless. I owe some respect for its ability to survive. I have some potted plants in my house. Every week I pull new sprouts of the haole koa out of the pots, wondering how so many seeds found their way in there.  No such thing as a weed, really. There are only plants, very strong plants that only get stronger when you challenge their immune systems with poisons. Superweeds. This is the new term for them. Superweeds have only brought more business for chemical companies, introducing an entire range of new and old chemicals to the environment with the purpose of relieving us of the physical labor and time away from our electronic devices to go outside to pull out the unwanted plants that plague our yards and gardens.  As weeds become resistant to chemical, stronger and stronger chemicals are needed to kill them, leading to such drastic measures such as the latest use of a major chemical ingredient in Agent Orange, 2,4,5-T, Scary! 
Unlike our rival ‘weeds’ not all biological systems grow stronger with the introduction of chemicals. Consider the Gulf of Mexico and its dead zone. Notice its location on the map – at the mouth of the Mississippi River. In my lifetime I have seen the changes in the presence, I should say absence of sea life on the beaches of Florida. I grew up in Missouri, part of the corn belt, the birthplace of Monsanto. The mighty Mississippi River - the runoff of the richest agricultural lands of America – chemical fertilizers, pesticides and herbicides draining into the Gulf of Mexico have been a big factor in this current Dead Zone, the disappearance of living reef and fish due to an overabundance of algae growth. The Great Plains, a former prairieland – I say former because the biodiversity of these prairielands has been replaced with miles and miles of mono-cropping. Corn, most of which goes to animal feedlots and biofuel. Where is all the food?  Where are all the bees? The birds? The monarch butterflies?  It appears that Round-Up kills much more than ‘weeds’.  

                                             (Maybe I'll have to try to some!)

So what can I learn about my so-called enemy, the Haole Koa?  Has it any use? Native of Mexico and Northern Central America, it was brought to the islands as a drought tolerant source of high protein fodder for cattle. “The young pods are edible and occasionally eaten with Javanese vegetable salad with spicy peanut and spicy fish wrapped in papaya or taro leaves in Indonesia, papaya salad in Laos[8] and in Thailand Seeds can be used as a substitute for coffee, and when cooked can be eaten like popcorn.“1 Larger growing trees are used to shade coffee and cacao plantations. Hard seeds are incorporated into jewelry. Historically, the bark was used to treat stomach pain, and as a contraceptive. It is a good source of firewood and charcoal production. This doesn’t sound so bad. I still have a whole crop in my backyard. I’m going to have to find some of these recipes! Imagine if I gave my neighbor a thank you plate of one of these dishes that include fresh roasted haole koa seeds. The haole koa might be my long lost brother, after all, I also am a haole. 

Advantages: Its growing environment. It grows very well in arid tropical climates and can become a pest species in such climates. Grows best under full sun, needs little water or care once established. Very fast grower. Grows in practically any soil type, doesn't mind salt spray. Hmmm, if only it were ‘pretty’ to my neighbors it would be perfect!
Disadvantages: “It grows quickly, and forms dense thickets which crowd out any native vegetation.[13] L. leucocephala is considered one of the 100 worst invasive species by the Invasive Species Specialist Group of the IUCN Species Survival Commission.”1  It sounds very similar to humans! Could it be possible that we on someone else’s invasive species list? 

“Leucaena leucocephala has been considered for biomass production, as its reported yield of foliage corresponds to a dried mass of 2000–20000 kg/ha/year, and that of wood 30–40 m³/ha/year, with up to twice those amounts in favourable climates. It is also efficient in nitrogen fixation, at more than 500 kg/ha/year.”1 So if I refuse the advise of my neighbor and do not put poison down on my yard, my soil should be good to go for any nitrogen hungry plants that I could grow!  Although I will have to spend more time in the yard pulling out new sprouts of haole koa. 


Sources:
1.  www.inaturalist.org
2. Wikipedia


Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Song of the Soul


I am neither ego nor reason, I am neither mind nor thought,
I cannot be heard nor cast into words, nor by smell nor sight ever caught:
In light and wind I am not found, nor yet in earth and sky-
Consciousness and joy incarnate, Bliss of the Blissful am I.

I have no name, I have no life, I breathe no vital air,
No elements have moulded me, no bodily sheath is my lair:
I have no speech, no hands and feet, nor means of evolution-
Consciousness and joy am I, and Bliss is dissolution.

I cast aside hatred and passion, I conquered delusion and greed;
No touch of pride caressed me, so envy never did breed:
Beyond all faiths, past reach of wealth, past freedom, past desire,
Consciousness and joy am I, and Bliss is my attire.

Virtue and vice, or pleasure and pain are not my heritage,
Nor sacred texts, nor offerings, nor prayer, nor pilgrimage:
I am neither food, nor eating, or yet the eater am I-
Consciousness and joy incarnate, Bliss of the Blissful am I.

I have no misgiving of death, no chasms of race divide me,
No parent ever called me child, no bond of birth ever tied me:
I am neither disciple nor master, I have no kin, no friend-
Consciousness and joy am I, and merging in Bliss is my end.

Neither knowable, knowledge, nor knower am I, formless in my form,
I dwell within the senses but they are not my home:
Ever serenely balanced, I am neither free nor bound-
Consciousness and joy am I, and Bliss is where I am found. 

-Samkaracharya, Atma Satkam 
written around 788-820 CE




Monday, March 18, 2013

Promise

As my thesis gets closer, I am suffering from one (or more) of the fluctuations, distractions and afflictions of the mind as described in the yoga sutras. The sutras of Patanjali have an interesting insight on the ego. Egoism is the identification of the seer with the power of seeing. What this means is that when I feel angry, frustrated,  exhausted, or confused these temporary emotional responses are translated as 'I am angry, I am confused, I am exhausted' which only builds on the stress and panic to the situation or moment at hand.  It is very difficult to juggle all the coming events - job search, residency applications, thesis paper, and preparations for the exhibition.  It is easy to fall into ownership of these emotional responses. But that are only temporal responses to stress, mental exhaustion, uncertainty and excitement about all the coming events and changes in my life.  To trust in the work I have done, the intention that has come from my heart and then exhale and release the worry and insecurity of whether it is enough, is much easier said than done.  When is anything ever enough? We always think of ways there could be more improvement.

Breathing and walking are key for me. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, and simply continue stepping in the direction of the goals I have set for myself.  Nothing is permanent. Everything is done one step at a time. You can only go at your own pace and that is where you are supposed to be.

Some of my friends wonder, since I came home from India, why do I always wear this noisy set of silver anklets? They have small beads on them that ring like little bells with each step I that I make. I'll let those of you who read this in on my little secret. I made a promise to myself while I was in India. As you probably know, the promises we make to ourselves are often the most difficult to keep. Oftentimes when things get rough, when my emotions get the best of me and I feel like giving up, it is through the sound of these bells I hear that promise that I made to myself. I am brought back to India and the dream and promise I made for my life.  My irrational mind and emotions quiet and I focus on this small sound that accompanies the rhythm of my steps and my breath,
and I just keep moving forward.




Tuesday, March 5, 2013

                                         Subtle Bodies

 

Subtle Bodies is an exhibition of paintings from an ongoing body of work that is based on a specific process and materials that are used to augment my understanding of human desire.
This work has been a direct result of a three year journey at the University of Hawaii and my experiences in India during that time have had a huge impact on my work and my life. I am sharing some of my thoughts and my artistic process on this same blog that I had used during my time in India. This work is part of my MFA thesis and much what I share on this blog is from my written thesis that I am in the process of finishing.  The exhibition will be on April 7th-12th, 2013 in the Commons Gallery at the University of Hawaii at Manoa.  
I welcome your comments and questions. 




"Thence arose primal desire in the beginning,
The first seed of the mind;
Wise sages searched into the heart of mystery
And found existences kinship in nonexistence. “
Rig Veda 10.4
 

Through the unspoken language of materials, bodily actions and intent the practitioner of Hinduism and yoga strives toward the experience of truth through the body. In the same manner, these principles are applied to my artistic process for a deeper understanding of the cycle of human desire and action through mark making and materials.

The cycle of desire is temporal, ephemeral, and repeatable.




Monday, January 14, 2013



Vandana Shiva has come to the University of Hawaii! 

The following events feature Vandana Shiva (with special guests Andrew Kimbrell and Walter Ritte) as a part of the January 2013 Hawai'i SEED Tour. 

Events: 
Tuesday, Jan. 15  - UH Campus Center Ballroom
                              5pm-Dinner
                              6pm-Presentation

*Because of popular demand, the event was ticketed, and all the tickets are now gone. However, the organizers have arranged for overflow rooms to accommodate an extra hundred people.  The attendees can watch the event on large screens.  Those interested in attending should go early because people will be admitted to the overflow rooms on a first-come-first serve basis. This event will also broadcast live at 6pm on Oleo Cable (channel still has not been assigned) and be streaming live at http://www.olelo.org/live/.

Wednesday, Jan. 16 - 8:30am - "Heleku" March from UH to State Capitol
                                  9:30am - We the People Rally, State Capitol Rotunda
                                  7pm - Presentation at Salvation Army Ray Kroc Center, Kapolei

Thursday, Jan. 17 -  Kaua'i Memorial Convention Hall, Lihue
                               5pm - Seed Giveaway
                               6pm - Presentation

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

These past few months have been quite intense for me as a graduate student. As I transition into a more focused studio practice in preparation for my thesis exhibition and paper, I continue to go over in my mind the broad range of issues and concerns related to cotton textile production, in all aspects of production and consumption. It is easy to get lost in the details in my search for a focus and methodology in my art practice that would provide a different outlook or perspective on my concerns.
I like to look up words in the dictionary, especially the ones that frequent my mind, words I think I already know the answer to. I am often surprised by the many words and synonyms provided by Wordbook.
For example, today I looked up consumption.

Consume -
verb
1. eat immoderately
2. to serve oneself to, or consume regularly
3. to spend extravagantly
4. to destroy completely
5. use up (resources or materials)
6. engage fully
Synonym: deplete, devour, down, eat, eat up, exhaust, go through, have ingest, run through, squander, take, take in, use up, ware, waste, wipe out.
Antonym: abstain
Origin: c1360, from Latin consumere 'to use up, eat, waste," from com- intensive prefix + sumere "to take," from sub- "under" + emere "to buy, take." Economic sense of consumer (opposite of producer) first recorded in 1746. Consumerism is form 1944 in the sense of "protection of the consumer's interest," modern sense of  "consumption as an economic policy" is from 1960.

Interesting.....

Now lets look at this word:

Ethics:
verb
1. Motivation based on ideas of right and wrong.
2. the philosophical study of moral values and rules.
Synonym: aesthetics, allegiance, assigned task, axiology, bounden duty, casuistry, charge, commitmtne, cosmology, dedication, deference, devoir, devotion, duties and responsibilities, duty, epistomology, fealty, first philosophy, gnosiology, homage, imperative, line of duty, logic, loyalty, mental philosophy, metaphysics, mission, moral philosophy, must, obligation, ontology, onus, ought, phenomenology, philosphastry, philosophic doctrine, philosophic system, philosophic theory,  philosophic inquiry, philosophic speculation, philosophy, place, respect, school of philosphy, school of though, science of being, self-imposed duty, theory of knowledge, value theory

Interesting that the first synonym is aesthetics....

  

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Contrast

I have completed my first week back in Honolulu. After a full week of catching up on tasks such as moving in, moving my studio, registering and attending classes, installing an exhibition, and running a chaistall at the opening... I was finally able to take a walk the other day through my neighborhood, searching for a possible new path or shortcut to the beach so I could breath a bit. There were almost no people on my neighborhood streets, no rubbish,  not even little blades of grass that usually grow up between the cracks in the sidewalk and street…it seems sterile and lonely.  There is so much space yet there are fences and walls that serve to divide the space as if to somehow claim and protect it.  Does any of this stuff truly belong to us? Does it even matter? In comparison to walking in the neighborhoods of India, the people here rarely engage with each other – I must initiate the interaction with who I pass on the street. I used to think that Hawaii was so friendly, and it is, really, but that was comparing it to the other places I’ve lived in America. Today I really miss the people of India, the consistent eye contact, the body language, the absence of language skills, and that cute little head wobble that I seemed to have adopted a bit of while in India although I’m not nearly as good at it. I want to keep it as my personal evidence and objectless memento that reminds me that India has somehow found its way to become a part of my body in the months I spent interacting with its people, indulging in its delicious food, wearing its fabric breathing its air and drinking its water.  
The visibility of the rubbish in India is unsettling in the beginning, but after being there for so long and watching the process of what happens to the rubbish, and learning how little rubbish is created by an exponentially greater number of people than what we have here in America. Bins (if India could afford them) would make India appear much cleaner and orderly, although it would require a lot more effort from the people who collect from them, and would likely be impossible for the animals to find their daily meals. I find the invisibility of our rubbish even more unsettling than the rubbish I see in India because it is what remains invisible to me that is more frightening. It is quite difficult to buy what I need in Hawaii without extra packaging that I know will end up in that unknown place – the sea, the air (burned), or underground. How else has all that plastic accumulated in our oceans? India’s heavily packaged items are usually more expensive, and when you purchase food, it is by the kilo, most often without new packaging. They give you a small thin plastic bag that is so thin it is in danger of getting a hole in it before you get home, or it is a bag made of newspaper, a material that is getting its second life of use. In India I reused both the paper and the plastic bags for either my personal rubbish or to transport my shoes or other items. Most things are used more than twice in India, and are used until they are no longer able to serve their purpose. Then the plastic fragments are brought to a recycle center and the paper is often dissolved into the ground, accidentally eaten by an animal or it is also recycled at the recycle center – made into more paper. There are no big trash pickup days in India. As soon as I get my truck repaired I’ll be roaming the streets of Kahala looking for free art supplies for my next work. It was much easier going to the recycle center in Jaipur, and it took a lot less gasoline too. I never found my shortcut to the beach. There were too many fences and walls blocking my way – I had to take the main road all the way around the golf-course.