Sunday, February 20, 2005

Orange Sunday

I spent all day yesterday (12 hours) redoing photos for my book. The publisher now wants them at 350 dpi so every single photo has to be cropped, resized, sharpened, and color corrected again. I got about 20 images done in 12 hours yesterday so I decided I needed a break and went out early this morning to see if there was anything shakin at the Harlem Meer.

A flock of Ruddy Ducks is back, along with a male Bufflehead. I took some shots of the Bufflehead then walked home through the North Woods. Seeing the jarring, construction-colored orange gates reminds me how beautiful the muted browns and greens of winter are. I overheard one of Christo's helpers complain that, "A bunch of kids were here yesterday and they were more interested in the geese than the gates." There is hope for humanity.

I also noticed that every single gate base is covered with dog urine. Nice of Christo to make those steel blocks so dog-friendly. I am always stepping in dog pee and poop in the park. It's nice to have the pee over to the side and not right in the middle of the walk. Maybe Christo would consider leaving a few of the blocks around and labeling them "Dog Urinals."

The Times reported on February 17th about a Christo volunteer that saved a couple of dogs from drowning. The Times reports that the dogs "...broke away from their owner..." and chased some ducks that were sitting on the ice. I think the Times reporting of the incident more than a little disingenuous since I see that woman all the time in the park with her dogs, and the dogs are usually running around off the leash. I don't think the dogs "broke away" at all, they were probably running around off the leash and ran out on the ice to chase the ducks.

There was an interesting Op-ed piece in today's NY Times about the true environmental cost of putting up and "recycling" the gates:

THE CITY
Seeing Orange
By TED CAPLOW

Published: February 20, 2005

The exhibit that began last weekend in Central Park is many things to many people. For me and my beagle, Hazel, with whom I share a daily walk to work through the park, "The Gates" is just a distraction. What she wants to know is, where have all the squirrels gone? What I want to know is, from the standpoint of industrial ecology, how can Christo and Jeanne-Claude justify the environmental impact of this project?

On their Web site, the artists, with apparent pride, declare that "The Gates" has required 10½ million pounds of steel, 60 miles of vinyl tubing and one million square feet of nylon fabric, plus thousands upon thousands of steel plates, bolts and nuts to hold the whole thing together. The plastic tubes and fabric are described as "recyclable," but no mention is made of the fate of the steel.

According to the United States Department of Energy, the steel industry in this country consumes about 18 million B.T.U.'s of raw energy to produce one ton of steel. If the cast steel in "The Gates" is typical American steel, then making it has required 97 billion B.T.U.'s, an amount equivalent to the entire annual energy consumption - including that used to run cars, furnaces, air conditioners and home appliances - of nearly 500 New York state residents.

Energy for the steel industry is supplied in roughly equal thirds by coal, natural gas and electricity from the grid. Based on generally accepted rates of carbon dioxide emissions for these three sources, it appears that making steel for "The Gates" churned out 7,000 tons of carbon dioxide, equivalent to the combined output of about 1,600 average American cars for a year (carbon dioxide is viewed by most scientists as a threat to the global climate system). We would have to plant more than 200 acres of trees and grow them for 10 years to remove this carbon dioxide from the atmosphere. Central Park has an area of about 800 acres, but only part of this has trees; and the mature trees that dominate the park do not absorb carbon dioxide effectively, so we cannot look to the park to clean up the mess.

In terms of sheer mass, the amount of plastic in "The Gates" is dwarfed by the steel, but emissions of carbon dioxide, dioxins and other toxins from plastics manufacturing are also a concern. The plastic chosen for the supports, polyvinyl chloride, or P.V.C., is an increasingly controversial material that releases dioxins and other carcinogens to the air and water during manufacture (and possibly afterward). Polyvinyl chloride has been singled out as "the poison plastic" by Greenpeace and other environmental groups. We now have 60 miles of it in the park. Clearly, the squirrels were not consulted on this choice.

If the plastic used in "The Gates" is in fact recycled (Greenpeace warns of the "false promise" of polyvinyl chloride recycling, noting that only 1 percent gets recycled), some credit might be allowed, but at best this credit would account for only a fraction of the energy used and emissions produced. Nearly all steel is "recyclable," but the recycling rate (around 70 percent nationwide) is already accounted for in the energy intensity calculations above. More fundamentally, one cannot dismiss responsibility for the use of a primary material simply by claiming that this material could be reused. That's like claiming that no mink were harmed in making your fur coat, because you might donate it to good will someday.

This is an unenlightened view of ecology. Why could the artists not have chosen a 100 percent postconsumer material, or better yet, a biologically derived material, to begin with? Such a choice would have reduced toxic emissions from the material itself, although we would still be left with the diesel trucks and propane forklifts scuttling to and from the park to carry this enormous mass in and out.

It has also been loudly declared that the artists are paying for all of this out of their own pockets, through the sale of spinoff drawings and paintings to art collectors. These drawings can be viewed on the artists' Web site, and all share a pattern of coloration in which the city and the park, the buildings, the trees, the grass, are devoid of life, while the "The Gates" are portrayed in vivid color - the only objects of apparent interest to the artist. The setting could have just as easily been any other city, or no city at all, and little would change in the paintings. These depictions of a lifeless New York City are supposedly financing the materials, manpower and energy required to bring us "The Gates," but there is no mention of any fee paid for the pollution of the air and water, to say nothing of the threat to Hazel's squirrels.

The choice of such an unfortunate orange hue - "saffron" to the artists, but to the rest of us more evocative of sanitation trucks, prison uniforms or road pylons - becomes clear: this is the color of hazard and danger. Hazel and I have chosen to interpret the whole business as an ecological warning sign.


Ted Caplow, an environmental engineer, is the executive director of Fish Navy, a nonprofit organization that promotes sustainable technology.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Olmsted vs. Christo

This is from slate.com. Posted Monday, Feb. 14, 2005, at 4:11 PM PT


Olmsted vs. Christo
Why the architects of Central Park would have vetoed "The Gates."
By Witold Rybczynski




Olmsted and Vaux

I'll leave judgment of the aesthetic merits of art installation in Central Park to the art critics, but a comment by Christo and Jeanne-Claude caught my attention. They have written that the name of their project comes from Frederick Law Olmsted and Calvert Vaux, who called the various entrances to the park "gates." In fact, the idea of naming the 20 pedestrian entrances to the park after popular professions, such as The Farmer, The Engineer, and The Miner, came from a committee that included neither Olmsted nor Vaux. What struck me was not the factual error, however, but the attempt to enlist the 19th-century makers of Central Park in this modern project.

From the beginning, Olmsted and Vaux strenuously opposed all attempts to introduce art into the park. In their Greensward Plan of 1858—the competition entry that won them the commission—they wrote that while it would be possible to build elegant buildings in the park, "we conceive that all such architectural structures should be confessedly subservient to the main idea, and that nothing artificial should be obtruded on the view." They considered art a similar distraction from the restorative purpose of the landscape and kept statues out of the park. The sole exceptions were Emma Stebbins's Angel of the Waters, atop the Bethesda Fountain, and a series of figures representing prominent Americans that were to adorn the Terrace, but were never erected due to a shortage of funds.

However, then as now, the urge to decorate the park with commemorative artifacts was irresistible. Already by 1873 a monument to Shakespeare had appeared, and no fewer than 20 other works of sculpture had been offered to the city. The memorials were gifts from public associations and wealthy individuals, and the pressure to allow statuary in the park grew simply too great to resist. A committee that included Vaux, as well as the painter Frederick E. Church, drew up a list of rules. Statues would be permitted only along the Mall, and they could not be too large. The aim was to limit the visual impact of the artworks on their natural surroundings. A year later, there was a proposal to build a colossal statue at the south end of the Mall. Olmsted and Vaux vetoed the idea. "The idea of the park itself should always be uppermost in the mind of the beholder," they reminded the park board.

It was not that Olmsted was a purist. He considered skating and boating integral parts of the park experience, and as Central Park grew in popularity he accommodated cricket and baseball. Against the objections of the park commission, he organized public concerts, and he opposed—not always successfully—the Sabbatarians who wanted to restrict such activities on Sundays. He described the intended parade ground as a "country green" (today, the Sheep Meadow) and generally discouraged military drills. The park was not to be a place for ostentation or display.

There are now more than 50 fountains, memorials, and sculptures, though there is no monument to Olmsted and Vaux, who deserve one. There are monuments of famous and forgotten figures, artists, politicians, entertainers, fairytale characters, and even a heroic dog. And now, for a short time, 7,500 orange vinyl gates. Jeanne-Claude has been quoted as saying that she thinks that Olmsted would be "very happy" with the installation. I doubt it.

Monday, February 14, 2005

I'm not wild about Saffron (Keith Olbermann)

I walked around Central Park this weekend with my camera but didn't take any photos. I don't find the gates at all pleasing to look at. I agree with most of what Olbermann has to say. I am just amazed at how many people drank the Kristo Kool-Aid. Some of the $21 million should have gone towards art's education in this country. Oh, but that wouldn't help Kristo, would it? I also can't believe the Times drank all that Kool-Aid. They should be ashamed of themselves. At least they will be gone soon...

Here is what Keith Olbermann wrote on his blog recently:

NEW YORK - They’re uglier than I thought.

“The Gates” - the artist Christo’s long-planned installation of 7500 orange portals in Central Park here - are now complete. They, as The New York Times put it, “blossomed today,” as rectangles of similarly-hued fabric were draped from each of the gates that sit astride all of the park’s 23 miles of pedestrian walkways.

They look like crap.

The great thing about being an artist, of course, is that you can call anything you make - from $21,000,000 worth of ‘gates’ to a 25-cent phone call - “art.” And if anybody disagrees with you, you can call them a philistine.

Christo previously filled a California valley with yellow umbrellas, and once dressed up the Reichstag in aluminum fabric (fortunately for all of us, he did this in 1995, not earlier). He claims to have been planning this newest version of “public art” since 1979.

Evidently he rushed it.

Even before the fabric was installed this morning, the gates looked like over-sized track and field hurdles that the artists optimistically identified as "saffron" in color. They are, in fact, screaming psychedelic paint orange: the same awful color they make road cones, and those stupid barrel things that block off traffic lanes.

As I said on Countdown Thursday, they look like a terrible mistake of some sort -- like somebody was trying to build something and ran out of money. I expected then that the vast billowing orange bed-sheets still to be hung, would make Central Park look like it was filled with the rotting shells of giant lobsters.

Turned out I was being kind.

When the wind is calm, the fabric hangs there looking like nothing less than highway maintenance or detour signs with their messages covered over. When the breeze flutters, they resemble ugly, cheap, plastic shower curtains, stolen from some $29-a-night motel, drying on somebody’s backyard clothesline.

It’ll be getting better soon. As I write this, nightfall approaches. Once it gets dark I won’t be able to see them as well.

I might note here that I am as aesthetic as the next guy. My father is an architect and I inherited some of his skills and most of his perception of design and form. I have original art on my walls and a nice kitschy 10-foot tall Mona Lisa in my dining room. I don’t know much about art, but I know what I hate.

There are three non-artistic problems here, too.

I live across the street from Central Park. I don't have to -- it's my choice and I don't seek your sympathy. But I do it because Central Park is inherently beautiful: winter, summer, spring and fall. If you live in this city, and you can afford to have a window that shows you just a swatch of the park, you must. It reconnects you to the Earth. It reminds you of every green place you’ve ever been. And it's almost non-commercialized. I can't see a billboard or an advertisement from my window -- and not a lot of people in a city anywhere in this country can say that. I don't need a bunch of giant, glowing orange croquet wickets fouling that up.

Problem number two: despite the anticipated revenues from tourism, despite the private funding by Christo and friends -- the city says it's going to have put hundreds of cops in Central Park, to protect "The Gates." There have already been attempts to vandalize and graffiti-ize them.

My alibi is airtight - and I will not testify against my neighbors.

The city will spend thousands of dollars of my taxpayer money to pull the cops from things like, ohhh, counter-terrorism and crime prevention, to make sure nobody spray-paints any of the 7,500 "Gates" with the message "You Left Your Laundry Out, Lady."

Lastly, there is that awful, awful, color - and its inspiration. They can call it “saffron” from now until doomsday. What it is, it turns out, is the exact color of the hair of Mrs. Christo, his fellow artist Jeanne-Claude. So now, every time I see one of these nightmare, cheesy, poorly-spaced, garish, ugly glow-in-the-dark orange things despoiling the view of the simple natural beauty of Central Park, I gotta think of this dame, too.

New York City believes that between 90-thousand and 200-thousand tourists will come to town to see them between now and when they are mercifully removed (hopefully by volunteers with axes) on February 27th. I interacted with some of the tourista this afternoon, watched as they reached up to touch them just the way the antenna touches those rubber mats as your vehicle enters the carwash. And I thought of the old story of the Emporer’s New Clothes. Only the really hip, the really artistic, can tell just how beautiful The Gates are. Everybody else is a Philistine.

But I noticed something else: New Yorkers walking their dogs through the park, as they do, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. And as they passed these strange glowing trellises, the dogs were invariably marking them.

The dogs know what they’re doing.

Sunday, February 06, 2005

Eastern Bluebird



We enjoyed two beautiful sun-filled weekend days and, although I am in the last stages of finishing my book, I had to go out to the park each day for a few hours. On Saturday I photographed an immature Red-tailed Hawk from about fifteen feet away and on Sunday an Eastern Bluebird (rare for this time of year.)

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  • I am a professional wildlife photographer living in New York City. My book, "Birds of Central Park," was published in September 2005.
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