Man's instinctive affinity with nature emerges in its most poignant form
on Sundays, or on the year's highest festival, during the holidays, with
a sketchbook resting on our knees or on a tree trunk, when our own
internal, pulsating, or external - in this case inert - nature plays the
role of a supporting prop for a re-energising absorption with nature as
the measure of all things. Mimesis, on free days; for it seems that at
other times our affinity with nature is less accessible.
For the next three years, the dictates of fashion postulate naturalness
in clothing, and the pope is given to mention the laws of nature in his
moral encyclicals - two observations introduced here with the aim of
injecting a breath of topicality into this contemplation of eternal
conditions. Nature has always been man's yardstick. The beauties of
nature have always moved us, we have always regarded certain things as
natural, we have always longed to be part of nature. It is still our
yardstick when we buy organic detergents, organic muesli or organic
bread in health food shops. The fact that the original word "natural"
has been replaced by "organic" is, although effective from an
advertising standpoint, ominous. Our eternal relationship with nature,
our affinity with it, is broken. Gernot Böhme has some very definite
things to say about this putative affinity. It is, he says, composed of
pairs of opposites, like the natural order of things as opposed to the
randomness of our laws, like man-made precepts as opposed to the
eternal, self-creating life principle, like the natural as opposed to
the artificial way of life, like the "natural condition" as opposed to
the "civilised condition", or like the self as opposed to the non-self.
But do these opposites still have a meaning, are they still more than a
mere placebo for our emotional solace?
At the beginning of the long path of man's anthropogenic influence on
nature was the command "subdue the earth." In the 14th century, when
Petrarch emerged from the musty darkness of the Middle Ages into the
light and climbed Mount Ventoux, he may have taken an aesthetic pleasure
in the view of the land, but he also planted another milestone in man's
domination over nature. Nowadays, now that nature is starting to hit
back (nature? What nature, I wonder), we are aware that something has
changed. We should have realised it a long time ago, for truly, which of
us really means nature when we formulate the word? Natura beef - yes,
but preferably pre-sliced; natural beauty - yes, but preferably with a
touch of cultivation; nature - yes, but preferably in the form of parks,
natural English parks as opposed to artificial French parks, because
they contain all that we like about nature but exclude everything else,
everything rough, wild, prickly or evil-smelling.
When Walter Mittelholzer, René Gouzy and Arnold Heim set off from the
lake of Zurich in a seaplane and flew over the dark continent to the
Cape of Good Hope, great regional importance was ascribed to the success
of technology in opening up new paths between "our little mountainous
country and far-off lands". Had their seaplane been called "Europe"
instead of "Switzerland", Mittelholzer would have been known as the
Petrarch of 1926, a Petrarch who climbed higher than the highest
mountain, who flew, flew, flew. Beneath him the world, at first southern
Europe, then everything that constitutes the alien non-self: dark,
incomprehensible, African nature, a nature that reminds us of our
origins, or at least some of them, not of Arcadian light and bright,
columned halls but of the dark, sub- and unconscious aspects of western
existence. Mittelholzer probably landed in a landscape rather like the
Ticino, like the southern slopes of the Alps, at the light, southernmost
point of the dark continent. But Africa really is different, for whereas
we Europeans ask: "what do you think about it?", the Senegalese ask:
"comment tu sens ça? What do you feel about it?". And then they dance
"it". But even they ask in French.
In his large landscape pictures, Rémy Markowitsch uses photographs from
books about Africa, books by Walter Mittelholzer and others, with
well-sounding names such as Martin Johnson's "Safari - a Saga of the
African Blue", books written in the1920s and 30s when not only
ethnologists but also surrealists and music-hall performers started
taking an interest in Africa. Africa, a vitally important continent for
Europeans, says Markowitsch, but also the subject of a huge
misunderstanding, probably from the very beginning. His investigations
of African (and southern tropical) landscapes took him to areas which
absorb our western projections like blotting paper: the heat, the
darkness and the damp become manifest - from two sides: darkness
encounters the exotic, in search of the red orchid. The pictures are as
large as Markowitsch's studio window and afford a vista - of "After
Nature".
Collecting and nurturing
At school, in the lower grades, not long after we learned to talk, we
collected autumn leaves of all colours, the hard-working ones among us
out of doors, in the woods, the lazier town children, like me, on the
school playground; we put the leaves in a book or between sheets of
paper, pressed, dried and later drew them. Domesticated exercises - or
memories - in collecting, nurturing, preparing, preserving and
understanding the nature of our fore-forefathers, of with-and-after
nature, using highly domesticated nature as our model.
One side of Markowitsch's work, a hidden side which is not immediately
evident, is this aspect of collecting. First of all books, perhaps,
containing written-down, categorised knowledge, with condensed views of
the world, from different times and "pressed" - printed - in different
techniques. Not collections of leaves or berries, but of cultural
assets, of illustrations of the world. Prefabricated, maybe, yet
Markowitsch handles them like raw materials, spotlights and investigates
them, as if he wanted to find out what they really are, transforming
opaque material into an illuminated screen. The Enlightenment threw
light on things like this, and Modernism did it in increasingly
elaborate ways, progressing from views to insights, probing beneath
appearances, discovering structures behind the surface, and pushing the
boundaries of the visible further forward, further in. At school, even
in the lowest grades, we went regularly (probably too regularly) to be
X-rayed. Ever-greater, ever-deeper, ever-clearer truth was the
objective, recognition of structures and their deviations which meant
illness. Markowitsch's X-rays, his visual palimpsests, do the opposite:
they make things unclear by making them visible, they blur focal
sharpness, they put information and its carriers on an equal scale. The
rustle of paper, the first material carrier, or the chuntering of screen
dots, the actual carriers of information, interfere with the portrayal.
In Markowitsch's plant pictures, his arrangements portray truths about
the printing quality of the 1960s rather than about the world of plants.
P1, for example, with the original rubber plant (Ficus elastica
Tricolor) on the left, its easier-to-cultivate relation (Ficus elastica
Decora, grown in 1945) on the right, and the transilluminated variety of
the rubber plant called Ficus deltoida/Ficus diversifolia, the fig tree,
are a celebration of saturated colours, the taste of our youth, the
spirit of the "everything-is-possible, everything-is-tameable" of the
1950s and 60s. When light is lacking, it must recompensed by fertiliser
- or so it says in the book "Mehr Freude mit Blumen und Pflanzen" ("More
Fun with Flowers and Plants") which Markowitsch illustrated. When the
spirit is lacking, the printing must be more colourful. The rubber
plant, once a tropical plant, then an indoor plant for indoor tastes, is
almost as easy to look after as a nylon shirt. Just as plants grow to a
size compatible with their own - or man-aided - strength, the size of
Markowitsch's pictures is variable. He takes mimesis to the point of
absurdity. His mechanical copy of a mechanically printed copy of a
mechanically photographed copy of some reality or other acquires its own
monstrous pictorial reality, finally assuming the appearance of a
digitally produced plant arrangement, like a just-produced, somewhat
alienated original, a "Natura naturans", self-generating nature gone
slightly wrong. Markowitsch's commentary on the 145-year-old craze for
photographing the world.
Cadavres exquis
In his picture of the Simmental cow "Flamme" from Erlenbach and the
brown cow "Liebi" from Illgau, both of them fine animals and both
portrayed in proud profile photographs, Markowitsch has crossed and
blended the two breeds - although it is not possible for the eye to
comprehend them both simultaneously and completely. The ancient breed of
Swiss brown cattle is characterised by its great adaptability, and the
animals' pedigree dates back to the turf cattle of the pile dwellers.
The Swiss spotted cattle which "originated" in Switzerland, or were
introduced in antiquity, are divided up into the red spotted (Simmental)
and the black spotted (Fribourg) breeds. Protected and unprotected
pedigrees, the pride of the first farming society. A few years ago,
television showed a farmer and cattle dealer negotiating by handy
telephone in the midst of the still idyllic alpine landscape about the
sale of Simmental cows direct from the green meadows of Switzerland to
the USA. This was at a time when the Americans were buying large numbers
of this breed because they seemed ideal for the meat-producing and
meat-consuming world. For their part, the Swiss farmers were interested
in crossing Simmental cows and American bulls in order to produce a
cross-breed with a higher milk yield. However, since the Simmental cow
is as much part of the tourist image of the Swiss Alps as the white
peaks of the snow-covered mountains, and as indigenous to the Swiss
mentality as Toni milk, certain aesthetic problems arose. It was
impossible to use the sperm of the original American super-bulls because
this dark-coloured, and sometimes even black, breed would have
conspicuously changed the brown spots of the Simmentals. So it was
decided to use the sperm of an albino, and thus much lighter-coloured,
bull. In consequence, an inexplicably large number of cows died of an
inexplicable disease. And thus the aesthetic problems gave rise to
physical, i.e. veterinary and financial, questions; not, however, to
ethical issues since we still ascribe animals to external nature, beyond
the range of ethics.
We live in "Nature in the Age of its Reproducibility"("Die Natur im
Zeitalter ihrer technischen Reproduzierbarkeit"), to quote Gernot
Böhme's adaptation of Walter Benjamin's famous title; we live with
nature, and we are nature itself. Up till now, we have thought of nature
as always having existed, and of technology as our creation. Were the
two really so strictly separate as we imagined them to be, we would have
had to be content to drink sour wine and eat sour apples. Nowadays,
however, the fusion between nature and technology is quite as
significant as nuclear fusion. And although we have by no means
exhausted nature, and although for centuries we had to be content with
research and imitation - with mimesis -, intrepid, inquisitive mankind
has discovered some secret keys which promise to bring about a
fundamental change in the nature of our interventions. We human beings
have mutated, crucially, from imitators to creators. And, oh
megalomaniacs that we are, we have lost no time in proclaiming that we
are fully in control. Markowitsch's crosses between typologically ideal
cows, pigs, rabbits and dogs are reminiscent of the surrealistic
practice of cropping, doubling, multiplication. The surrealists wanted
to conjure up the phantasmagoria, Bataille's "informes", to help the
suppressed counter-world to come into its own. Markowitsch's "cadavres
exquis" permit Dr. Doliitle, having at last reached his objective, to
find the push-me-pull-you. His almost motionless, enlarged double animal
portraits on the scale of 1:1 generate a tension through the ambiguity
between the dignified portrait and the mechanical transillumination, a
tension which forebodes the techno-nature-orgies of the future. "So that
we can sleep well again...", as a campaign for gene technology would
have us believe.
As a precaution
The political scientist and traffic specialist Walter Seitter is
interested in the book as printed language, and it is on the example of
a book that he presents his investigations on the exact nature and
management of the carriers of "air vessel modulation" precipitation:
"The state of the book when it is being used consists of a series of
single states, which we call 'the state of being open', whereby each
'opening' opens up a double page: two connected, juxtaposed leaves each
showing one of its sides. (...) If we begin by opening the book at the
place which we in the west call 'the beginning', the first double page
consists of the reverse side, the front side of which was the title
page, as well as the front side of the next, second page. (...) The
structure is based on the fact that the book (in use) is a series of
double pages, of which each one covers all the rest (and everything else
as well). If this covering up were not to function, then, with one
double page, we would be able - obliged - to read all the others, i.e.
we would read all or nothing. (...) Perhaps the urgency of the second
principle of optics only really becomes clear on this example: it is
because we see only the outermost, extremely thin surface, only because
the surface is opaque, that we can see it, that we can see anything
(anything specific). The imminent palimpsest effect is reinforced by the
fact that the next layer of writing directly 'behind' the words being
read (...) consists of 'back-to-front' letters. Thus the opacity of the
page must be adequate to cover not only all the other pages, but also
its own reverse side. The page must cover itself - so that it is
visible." (Seitter, Physik des Sichtbaren, in : "Tumult", Zeitschrift
für Verkehrswissenschaft, No. 14). The over-insistence of the
descriptions in these textual extracts has an element of absurdity, and
I think, although I do not know him, that the author would gladly admit
it, albeit not without a "yes, but...", since here he is involved
exclusively with the physics of the visible, which means that whereas
other people may read books, he is primarily concerned with what we see
when we open a book, how we hold it, and what a book containing printed
language looks like, materially and structurally. Rémy Markowitsch does
something similar, with similar meticulousness, in order finally to
arrive at the opposite. "The cycle 'After Nature' examines the use of
photography in books", he wrote in telex-style notes intended for his
own use. "It registers what has been registered and X-rays forms of
portrayal in printed photography. (...) The new image emerges at the
same time as the printing of the second photograph. I reproduce
reproductions." He is not interested in language and its book form, but
in our common picture archives, books, which contain the pictorial
worlds of the 20th century and with them ways of handling pictures, the
arrangement of the page, the sequence, the printing techniques.
Subsequently, rather than describing these visual archives he - himself
a visual artist - exposes them, X-rays them, enhances their very opacity
in order to wrest a picture from the two-fold deposit. This has
something in common with visual surgery: "cut-out" books. What we see is
real, it is really there, it is revealed as it is through
transillumination. The visual worlds ,which are as it were dissected
through combination, themselves deal with injuries and deformations. One
kind - which were modelled on the "Lehrbuch für häusliche
Krankenpflegekurse", third edition 1944, published by the Swiss Red
Cross - imitates the state of being injured and simulates the specific
measures required for healing; the other - which refers to "education in
deportment and behaviour", published in 1967 by the Volkseigener Verlag
Berlin 'Volk und Wissen', warns against the beginnings of "changes in
the physical and spiritual demands on the workers brought about by the
technical revolution...", by means of the simulation of preventative,
precautionary gymnastic posture exercises. Rémy Markowitsch simulates a
classically artistic approach by allowing us to gain an inkling of the
presence of creative figures which provide a counterpoint to the theme
and its mechanical appropriation, and by giving the transilluminated
subjects a rigid frame, as if protecting their fragility and artistic
ingenuity and preventing any possibility of their leaking out into
space, into the poorly-trained banality of contemporary everyday life.
Urs Stahel
Translated from the German by APOSTROPH Lucerne
See Urs Stahel: Nach der Natur, published by Galerie Urs Meile,
Lucerne, 1993, and
Bilderzauber, exhibition catalogue, Fotomuseum Winterthur, 1996