A constant, rhythmic thunder reverberates from the steel
underside of the wide freeway overhead. Below, the Menomonee River slides
silently between tilted flanks of concrete. Colorful graffiti decorates
floodwalls on both sides of the channel; a skull motif interspersed with a
surprisingly aesthetic tagging style.
Two young women walk slowing along the canted concrete. They
stop now and then to photograph, one with a digital SLR, the other with a cell
phone. They seem like students. When I reach them I ask. One says yes, they
have come all the way into Milwaukee from UW-Waukesha.
When I explain my own presence as artist in residence their
expressions brighten with curiosity. One of them asks if there are any other places
they can go to get good pictures. I hesitate, not knowing where to begin. Before
I can formulate an answer, misinterpreting my gesture, she responds: “I guess
not, huh?”
“On the contrary,” I reply quickly. “There are too many choices
to describe them all. That’s why I’m here.”
To allay her sudden bewilderment I mention a couple of locations
nearby that I revisit regularly. Then we part, setting off in opposite
directions along the railroad tracks, seeking—each in our own fashion—to
capture a fragment of this remarkable and complex place in the warmth of an
Indian summer afternoon.
Myriad questions follow me down the tracks: I wonder what drew
them to the Menomonee Valley, these two students from suburban Waukesha County?
What will it mean to them? What essence of this place will they express in
their photographs? Does it speak to them, as it does to me, in a cacophony of
overlapping voices?
The Menomonee Valley is a model for economic redevelopment that
integrates business and industry with restoration of natural processes. The
post-industrial landscape still bears scars from decades of neglect and abuse
and yet the new industrial landscape rising among them includes attractive parks
and recreational venues. Here is a symbol of new urbanism, a contrary voice of
hope in a world we are constantly told is facing imminent environmental
collapse. Its story is one of transformation, not merely or even primarily the
transformation of the land itself, as significant as that has been. There is a
deeper narrative, one rooted in how we as humans relate to the land, how we
have changed.
Rebecca Solnit says, “If environmental problems are really
cultural problems—about the nature of our desires and perceptions—then a
crucial territory to explore or transform is the territory of the mind.”1
What we have learned, here in the Menomonee Valley as
elsewhere, is that our actions have consequences that often we cannot foresee.
The destruction of a wild rice marsh once seemed so insignificant a price to
pay for the growth of an industrial economy that no portion of it was spared.
But, slowly, like an alcoholic trying with erratic success to stay on the
wagon, we are learning how to live on the earth without destroying it. We are
reintroducing natural features into a landscape thoroughly altered by human
activity. In the process we are reintroducing ourselves to nature and learning
to value its many manifestations, even and perhaps especially in the heart of
the city.
As a counterpoint to common scenarios of environmental
disaster, the transformation of the Menomonee Valley can resound as one of the
success stories that symbolize the more important changes in the territory of
the mind.
“Many…artists have been driven by a moral imperative” to
play a role in this transformation, says Solnit. Like many rust-belt regions,
the Menomonee Valley has been a magnet for artists. The two student
photographers from Waukesha are just the latest to come here for inspiration. Are
they here to mine the decaying past or celebrate the possibility of a brighter
future?
I concur with Robert Adams who said, “The
job of the photographer, in my view, is not to catalogue indisputable fact but
to try to be coherent about intuition and hope.”2 Photography has a
long tradition of aligning itself with concerns for nature and conservation of
wilderness, as exemplified by an earlier Adams named Ansel. But in the late 20th
Century Robert Adams and other photographers of the “New Topographics” school
began to question the popular wilderness aesthetic. Pointing their cameras at
human-altered landscapes, they rejected “longstanding landscape paradigms of
the picturesque, pastoral, and sublime.”3 Instead they championed a
clear-eyed examination of the land and our often troubling relationships with
it.
Their efforts, arguably, have
contributed a great deal to the still nascent transformation of the mind that
is necessary to creating new, healthier and more sustainable relationships with
the land. Today, of course, many things have changed, including photography,
which is more democratic than ever. New technologies enable more people to
photograph anything and everything, everywhere. Like the cacophony of voices
that must be deciphered to hear the story of the Menomonee Valley, a
multiplicity of overlapping paradigms now prevails in how we perceive our place
on the land and in the world.
The romantic view is alive and well,
sitting, somewhat uncomfortably perhaps, alongside dispassionate critique. New
paradigms have joined the mix. Some of the voices are passionate advocates for
change. Some speak of the need for community; others for a resurgence of
spiritual perspectives.
Many of these paradigms are playing out
in the Menomonee Valley. Part of my role as artist in residence, I believe, is
to try to untangle the various threads of the story and “to be coherent about
intuition and hope.” Post-industrial decay is so Twentieth Century. The
challenge today is to discover and to reveal the surprising beauty of nature married
with progress toward a sustainable future in unexpected places like this.
Forty years ago Robert Adams wrote,
“Scenic grandeur is today sometimes painful. The beautiful places to which we
journey for inspiration surprise us by the melancholy they produce.” He
attributed that sense of melancholy to “the way we have damaged the country.”2
Although by many measures things have worsened since then, I believe there is
reason for hope. That hope will be manifested most clearly when young people
from the suburbs journey to places like the Menomonee Valley to be inspired,
not by graffiti and residual blight but by the burgeoning beauty in the
formerly damaged country of the inner city.
That may or may not have happened today but it is why I am here.
Notes:
1. Solnit, Rebecca. As
Eve Said to the Serpent: On Landscape, Gender, and Art. The University of
Georgia Press. Athens. 2003.
2. Adams, Robert. Beauty
in Photography: Essays in Defense of Traditional Values. Aperture.
Millerton, N.Y. 1981.
3. Foster-Rice, Greg and Rohrbach, John. Reframing the New Topographics. Center
for American Places at Columbia College Chicago. 2010.
This post is one in a series that relates to my Menomonee Valley Artist in Residency. For more information about the residency and links to previous posts and photographs, go to MV AiR.
