From: Art and endangered species: eye candy, or action? by Dustin Welbourne
“…National Geographic magazine has been publishing brilliant wildlife pictures since 1906, and publishing articles about endangered species earlier still, yet problems persist. In the November 1900 issue of National Geographic John Torbert wrote “The fact that the wild animals of the world are in danger of extermination is being forcibly driven home to the minds of all who are interested in natural history.” He identified the ivory and fur trade as the problem. Fast forward nearly 112 years to the October 2012 National Geographic issue, the cover story read, “BloodIvory, 25,000 elephants were killed last year”.
As you are well aware, National Geographic is not in this game alone. For 60 years Sir David Attenborough has been leading all manner of creature through our lounge rooms (and not cleaning up after them I might add). And yet, the Yangtze river dolphin, the Baiji, an extraordinary creature, was declared functionally extinct in December 2006.
In 1983 Andy Warhol took up arms (or canvases) to save endangered species and created 10 colour screen prints of threatened wildlife. One print, the San Francisco Silverspot, recently sold for US$1.3m, great for the art dealers I guess. Meanwhile, the western black rhinoceros, a species represented in Warhol’s work, has been declared extinct…”
“…Despite all their efforts, and beautiful photos, films, and works of art, we continue to lose species, a fact not lost on Joel Sartore. Referring to his work in a recent TEDx talk, Sartore said: what I am doing here in the wild is just not enough, through my career I have seen more and more species head toward extinction.
But he is not going to take the loss of species lying down. In an attempt to get more people to sit up and take notice, he is photographing as many endangered species he can for the Photo Ark, a project aimed at immortalising endangered species and connecting with the public. Sartore says he is halfway to his goal but still questions whether it is enough.
It may not be…” “…We are all a party to the problem of species loss. Certainly, many species are going extinct because of our activities, but many disappear from a lack of attention.
So, what is the value of this type of work? Its value is to be a torch. To shine a light onto the face of extinction so that extraordinary species are not lost to the darkness. It is then up to the rest of us to make a change.”
by KENN ORPHAN
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Several years back I had the good fortune of traveling through the rainforest in a remote part of Panama. Along the way I stayed in a small cabin at an ecolodge with the warm waters of the Caribbean Sea just steps away. There were no roads, televisions, or internet access, and no phones or electricity except in the main house. Out back was a trail that meandered through a dense forest brimming with tree frogs, sloths, iguanas, leaf cutter ants, and countless species of birds hopping from branch to branch. Just a couple feet into the water and I counted dozens of bright orange sea stars. And at night the sea shore came alive with biolumeniscent dinoflagellates, who would respond to my flashlight signals in short bursts of blue-green neon and the canopy was a cacophony of countless species in song. The abundance of life in that tiny corner of the world crowded out most signals of modern civilization.
But as with any trip like this, I eventually had to return home where the reality of “The Great Dying” is everywhere. Like climate change, the Sixth Mass Extinction, is not a hyperbolic, political trope. It is in fact the death of most complex forms of life on earth at our own hands. And by all accounts, with mass die offs of bees, coral, salmon, frogs and beyond, it is in full swing. Elizabeth Kolbert, author of The Sixth Extinction makes this plain:
“If we assume, very conservatively, that there are two million species in the tropical rainforests, this means that something like five thousand species are being lost each year. This comes to roughly fourteen species a day, or one every hundred minutes.”
Yet in the midst of this tremendous catastrophe, the magicians of our consumer society continue to normalize the carnage. Indeed, under the economic model of global capitalism all life, human and non, is measured by its ability to produce or create material wealth for a select, privileged few. And it is a system that encourages both amnesia and indifference. So it is unsurprising that mass species extinction barely registers on its radar unless their profit line is affected. This is how over fishing, clear-cutting of thousands of acres of virgin forests and piercing the Arctic seabed for oil, like a fiendish vampire sucking out the earth’s primordial blood, can all be justified and even celebrated as “growing the economy.” As long as it produces intangible numbers that indicate wealth it is all fair game. And in the meantime it manages to numb our senses to the spiral of death that is beginning to engulf us.
I often go back to places like that rain forest in Panama in my mind when I feel hollowed out from the alienating sterility of modern society. It is a sacred place in my memory that is a balm to the wounds inflicted by the landscapes of capital. A part of me never wishes to actually return there, because I fear that, like so many other wild places, I will be struck by the cruel realities of a world under siege. I fear my own memory of all the creatures that are no longer there. But this is not how the story should end.
These species at the very least deserve the recollection of their existence; and the only way to break free from the indifferent paralysis imposed on us from an apathetic, self-absorbed culture is to remember, and mourn and take action. Indeed, the catastrophe unfolding around us can be overwhelming; and we may not be able to hold back the enormous tide of destruction coming our way. But we have a choice. We can step into our grief, feel the pain and use it to deepen us and our capacity for compassion. Or we can sleepwalk through it all into oblivion, normalizing the cruel madness, as the dominant culture encourages us to do. One way has the potential to lead us to meaning and enrich our lives no matter what the outcome. But the other will surely deaden our souls and lead us to our doom.