Schedules / Totally Alien

Western landscapes often do look like museum dioramas.

Western landscapes often do look like museum dioramas.

During childhood museum dioramas were a source of conflict for me; the artistic presentation of the natural setting was highly appealing and increased my determination to move out west. Dioramas were a lie of course; a false sense of timeless peace and tranquility simply does not exist for wild animals. Animals are forever challenged by threats to survival and by immediate movement toward food and water; they exist in the present. 

The color palette of diorama painting has always been my personal palette, which surrounds me in Wyoming; it’s not a romantic landscape; the light and colors are real. What one sees is created by light.

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_________________________________________________________________   Once upon a time my life was scheduled. It’s been twenty-four years since my time was sliced up to any degree between what I need to do and what I want to do. I can remember as a young child balking at a few requirements that required future thinking, but I liked school and went along with being transported here and there – parents and adults mostly control our “time and location” as children.

It was in fact big events that caused anxiety: School field trips were planned and announced well-ahead of time, which placed a huge roadblock ahead. Being trapped in a bus for the long drive to a giant institutional building (usually a museum), that was crowded with half the kids in Chicagoland was an ordeal. Once unloaded, there would be the screeches of hundreds of children; the sharp clatter of “hoof beats” on concrete or marble floors, compounded by the shouts of teachers echoing along cavernous hallways. There was the threat of getting lost.

Behind the scenes: In 1896 Carl Akeley "acquired" this leopard by killing it with his bare hands.

Old school museum collecting: In 1896 Carl Akeley “acquired” this leopard by killing it with his bare hands.

There were stuffed and posed dead animals trapped behind glass, with glass eyes in place of real eyes, and insufficient time to stare at wondrous things like minerals and fossils, and no exit from the awful smell of commingled chemicals: preservatives, paints, floor wax and human sweat, from  thousands of years of decay and creatures resurrected, by what was to me, a ghoulish obsession with death. I swear I could smell the molecules of decayed wrappings and ointments that escaped Egyptian mummies encased in glass showcases.

Why on earth would anyone literally “gut” a dead body as one would a do to a hunted animal; scrape out it’s “useless” brains and store the shell for eternity? Why would anyone want to dig up such an object, haul it to Chicago and display it in a glass case? My bet was that if archaeologists could meet the corpses as living Pharaohs and Queens, they would be disgusted by egomaniacs who diverted an entire region’s energy and resources, for thousands of years, to imaginary immortality. Surely there were better things for people to do here and now?

Perhaps I began to associate “schedules” with uncomfortable things. I know that I got tired of people telling me that they didn’t hear or smell anything unusual, as though I was making it up, hallucinating, or just being contrary. I got tired of adults pointing to “normal” children and saying, “look at the other kids. None of them is complaining about sounds or smells; no one else smells anything.”

I do remember that at some point during high school, I discovered that if I took care of obligations first, then I could be free to do as I pleased. After fifty years of following this simple algorithm (Do I have to do this today? / Yes or No. If Yes, just do it; if No, do what I feel like.) it still works for me. This “lifestyle” enables a life that would be good for anyone, especially those individuals who have been sucked in by the current social propaganda that in order to “count” on the social pyramid, every minute of every day must be scheduled. Not a minute “wasted” on living, contemplation, study unrelated to making money, family life: in reality, slavery to today’s Pharaohs is THE PLAN.

Dioramaland

Wyoming is Dioramaland

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