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POETICS OF THE WILD AND NARRATIVE OF LIGHT IN ROSA CODINA’S AU PLEIN AIR<\/em> PHOTOGRAPHY<\/h1>\n

Santiago Beruete, philosopher<\/h2>\n

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\u00abThere is no natural beauty, or more precisely, nature only becomes beautiful in our eyes through the mediation of art\u00bb
Alain Roger, Court trait\u00e9 du paysage (A Brief Treatise on Landscape)<\/em><\/p>\n

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In the biblical account, Yahweh expels the mother and father of mankind from the Garden of Eden after they have tasted the forbidden fruit of the tree of knowledge, while issuing the following admonition: \u201cCursed is the ground for your sake; in toil you shall eat of it all the days of your life. Both thorns and thistles it shall bring forth for you.\u201d The latter are part of an endless list of wild plants, unjustly called weeds, to which also belong dandelion, bindweed, pot marigold, cornflower, poppy, forget-me-not, pimpernel, gentian, mugwort, couch grass, purslane and many others with equally evocative names. Since the beginning of time, the children of Adam and Eve, condemned to earn their living by the sweat of their brow, have waged a particular war against weeds, which compete with their crops, take over their buildings and defy their rigid rules with their unyielding vigour.<\/p>\n

We are guilty of anthropocentrism when we label them \u201cweeds\u201d, simply because they interfere with our objectives and are beyond our control. However much effort they may require to eradicate, however little economic value they may have, and no matter how much they mock our pretensions, they do not deserve to be denigrated. Needless to say, wild plants are a prodigy of adaptation and resilience. They possess a unique sense of timing. They take root in the most unlikely places and thrive in the most adverse climatic conditions, accommodating shortages of water, light and nutrients. They flourish without regard or care. This undemanding plant life colonises ditches and roadsides, railways and canals. It stealthily occupies abandoned plots and waste areas in cities. It invades farmland, gardens and parks without asking permission, and thrives in uncultivated soils and in every spot that enjoys human neglect. Weeds are the best example that \u201cnature abhors a vacuum\u201d, as the philosopher Aristotle said. Such obstinacy underwrites the Spanish proverb \u201cweeds never die\u201d. They are also a reminder of our relentless, relentlessly fragile hold on the earth.<\/p>\n

The climate crisis has awakened environmental sensitivity and transformed our perception of the wild world. And this growing awareness of the biosphere has sharpened both our nostalgia for the countryside and our sense of vulnerability. Humble flowers, surrounded by a halo of grace in Rosa Codina’s photographs, thus become a symbolic expression of the malaise of a materialistic culture, which is moving further and further away from the rustic purity of its origins. If we fail to change the suicidal trajectory of progress, it will be flowers that will colonise the ruins of our technocapitalist civilisation and take over our world.<\/p>\n

Anyone who aspires to be a cultivated person in these times of climate emergency and technological speed would do well to become literally and metaphorically feral.<\/strong> By this I mean not only to look to nature for inspiration and solace, but also to adopt as an ideal of life the humble tenacity and patient audacity displayed by these herbaceous plants, which could be described as vagabonds at best, and as opportunists at worst. We could learn some valuable lessons from them, not least of which is to accommodate to circumstances without giving in to conformism. Wild plants remind us that the key to survival is adaptation, and the key to the latter is creativity. The same could be said of human creations. Genuinely original works are at first perceived as ugly and undesirable, because they break with established canons and contradict our vision of reality.<\/p>\n

Codina’s photography, both bucolic and meditative, attempts to capture the breath of the wild landscape during the cycle of the seasons. She uses filters to highlight the chromatic contrasts and the sensuality of plant forms, and to emphasise their power of fascination. It is enough to focus the attention on an insignificant lily, asphodel or bluebell… for it to take on an aspect of infinity. Her images, na\u00efve in appearance and picturesque in spirit, invite us to take solace in the contemplation of poppies, daisies, veronicas, mallows, morning glory, cornflowers, gorse and other seasonal flowers, which dance to the rhythm of the light. Thanks to their ephemeral beauty, we hear the timeless music of nature within us, thus transforming the eye into the ear. In other words, wonder allows us to see the world in high definition.<\/p>\n

This photographic gallery narrates the passage of time through the luminous testimony of the wild flora that adorns the countryside. We see how leguminous plants germinate, grasses send up their spears, woody plants flower, annuals dry up and another cycle closes in a never-ending end. This living picture, in permanent metamorphosis, acquires, through the lens of her camera, the character of a visual epiphany. The photographer, as an intermediary, leads us from the plane of the senses to the plane of ideas, from the visible to the invisible. As Johann Wolfgang von Goethe observes in his Theory of Colours (1808): \u201cEvery act of seeing leads to consideration, consideration to reflection, reflection to combination. Thus it may be said that in every attentive look on nature we already theorise.\u201d The syntax of her photomontage enhances the semantics of her aesthetic proposal: to recreate the poetic utopia of the wild and to celebrate the joy of the gaze, the concupiscentia oculorum<\/em> of which the classics spoke. Her photographs invite us to \u201cfeast on the ephemeral\u201d and to see, to quote William Blake, \u201ca Heaven in a Wild Flower\u201d. This is a sacred icon and a reflection of the sublime in the ordinary.<\/p>\n

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