Sunday, October 19, 2014

anomalies pop

anomalies pop
out at me -- a tree frog clinging
to a solar light
at night, two black eyes peering
from a translucent body --

or sunning on the head of a rabbit
statue among the marigolds --

like a green third eye
causing the rabbit to look
cross-eyed and wise.

Friday, October 17, 2014

converging skylights

converging skylights
merge with masked shamans
encased in glass

For two half days I journey through 13,000 years of human ingenuity and achievement in our half of the globe, from Ice-Age mammoth hunters to the empires of the Incas, Maya and Aztecs. All of this in the space of one half of one floor in the Chicago Field Museum of Natural History. When I enter the three-story Stanley Field Hall, the first thing I notice are the rows of square skylights far overhead, reflected in a tall glass case containing two shamans in full regalia, their elaborate feather headdresses merging with the lights. Add to this melange, a mirror image of the sign for the Field Museum Store and the tops of two 80' totem poles, rising like ancient skyscrapers towards the skylights.

I could spend weeks roaming the galleries of the Chicago Field Museum. But my time is limited, so I gravitate toward the rich legacy of Native Americans. The museum staff have renovated this section since I was last here, with the addition of numerous videos, dioramas and reconstructions of dwellings, depicting the progression of humans from the nomadic hunter-gatherer bands of the Ice Age, through permanent settlement in agricultural villages, to the establishment of vast empires based on the triple power of shared beliefs, military might and money.

When I enter the Ancient Americas exhibition, I am confronted by giant mastodons ambling through a forest, followed by tiny human hunters armed with spears. Bows and arrows are an example of an innovation that followed spears. Next, I walk through a reconstruction of a dwelling in a pueblo village.

The walls are constructed of adobe embedded with stout poles to support the roof.

Inside, several exhibits demonstrate the storage and preparation of domesticated plants, especially the "Three Sisters": maize, beans and squash.

Women and girls spent many hours grinding maize, or naadaa, into flour by pressing oblong grinding stones into hollowed stone receptacles in a series of coarse to fine texture to produce finer and finer flour. Imagine spending hours on your knees pushing stones to get your daily flatbread.

The flour was stored in beautifully decorated clay pots.

And served in equally beautiful bowls.

I also visit a full-size reconstruction of a Pawnee earth lodge. The Pawnee lived on the plains of North America in villages of semi-subterranean structures constructed from large wooden posts which supported a circular roof covered with branches, thatch and sod, coated with waterproof clay. Inside, platform beds covered in furs line the walls, with a fire pit under the smoke hole in the center, and a ritual area with a drum and a medicine bundle hanging from one of the beams on the west side opposite the entrance.

The Pawnee lived in villages of earth lodges during the winter, but camped in tipis during hunting trips. One of the games the young people played to develop their hunting skills was to throw a stick through a hoop thrown in the air. Talk about mind/body coordination!

The Pawnee believe that they come from the stars and they painted beautiful star charts on hides.

As well as star designs on drums.

Stone had many uses, like this pile of flints for making various tools and projectiles.

Coral was carefully carved into beads of many sizes for decoration.

Some indigenous peoples had access to and skill in the use of metals, such as these copper breast plates.

This one still has two pearls attached, making it look like a face.

Beads were brought to Native Americans by the Europeans and were quickly integrated into their costumes, like this leather jacket closed with silver medallions.

Headdresses were made of many different materials and in diverse styles which reflected different tribes. Some were purely ceremonial and some were everyday attire.

This one looks like the original visor cap.

Fur, feathers, porcupine quills and beads, with a beaded visor.

Horses were also introduced by Europeans and quickly adopted by the Plains Indians. Here, horsehair becomes a crown.

South American headdresses used colorful tropical bird feathers.

Plants were used both to weave and to dye baskets and trays.

Another kind of weaving, with strips of leather on a bentwood frame, produced snowshoes.

Hides were used to make ritual shields as well as drums and clothing.

Hopi katchina dolls represent many types of masked dancers associated with seasonal rituals.

Malleable, formless clay when fired and glazed becomes sturdy pots.

All was not work or ritual. There were also pastimes, like these painted sticks used in a women's game. Rivers and mountains?

When I come to the Maya calendar, I am reminded of time. It's past time to go!

I end my excursion with a quick visit to the Northwest Coast tribes. These First Nations people enjoyed an abundance of food from both land and sea, while the forests provided Western cedar, which was used for many purposes. They built their longhouses out of cedar planks, and 50 foot canoes out of split cedar trees. The women wove blankets from strips of softened yellow cedar bark, mountain goat wool and dog fur. The curvilinear designs depict natural forms such as the sun and moon, raven, orca whale, bear, wolf, beaver, eagle, loon, owl, hummingbird, frog, sea otter, salmon, bee, butterfly and human, as well as legendary creatures such as the thunderbird and sisiutl or sea serpent.

Mica was thought to be the scales of the sea serpent, here carved perhaps to look like one of its claws.

The sisuitl symbolizes protection, power and transformation. The central design at the top of this blanket depicts a sisuitl with a man's head in the middle flanked by a sea serpent head on either side. The sight of the supernatural serpent is said to turn the spectator into stone. Fortunately, the image of a sisuitl does not have this effect, so even though I am (and you are) gazing at this one, I am able to complete my journey and leave the Field Museum with nothing worse than a case of tibial stress syndrome that makes my shins feel like stone.

The last artifact I pass by on my way out is a fossil ammonite shell which appears to be giving birth to a baby ammonite. Again I am reminded of time, but this time, the long span of time of our planet Earth and how short a time period humans have been around. It is a reminder that the Earth will continue to give birth to a multitude of
creatures, whether humans are around or not.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

long gray braid, turquoise cross

long gray braid, turquoise cross, 
a Navajo views the past
kept in a museum

What is he thinking, I wonder, as I watch an elderly Native American man watching a film about inter-tribal warfare at the Chicago Field Museum of Natural History. Does he think whoever made the video got it right? Did his ancestors fight like that, or was it other tribes? Did he grow up on a reservation? Does he live in the big windy city now? What's it like to see your people's past preserved as artifacts in a museum?

When I see him later, sitting on a bench in the immense hall that runs down the center of the museum, he looks like an ordinary tourist: black suit, white shirt, Donegal tweed cap. Except he's also wearing a turquoise cross on a squash blossom necklace and a large turquoise watch, which suggests that he is Navajo. In his right hand he's holding a white plastic bag, filled with . . . what? A dinosaur replica for his granddaughter? Travel food from home? An antique kachina doll? While we mill around him, he sits quietly, brown hand on chin, gazing off toward some distance where I can't follow.

John and I got up at 5 am to meet a group of 16 Sustainable Living students, a guide dog and their professor at Maharishi University for a field trip to the Field Museum. We leave at 7 am, with me driving the first leg into the glare of the rising sun from Fairfield to Blue Grass, just west of the Mississippi River. Then John takes over for the bulk of the six-hour trip to Chicago. At the museum, we gather in front of the 80' totem poles being erected in the central hall. I hope they are replicas, rather than originals removed from their home. Dr. Fisher hands out pieces of cardboard and white paper for the students' assignment: describe and draw pictures of 20 artifacts of their choice.

Another group of students poses in front of a case containing figures of costumed tribal dancers.

One of the most popular attractions is the almost complete fossil skeleton of "Sue," a Tyrannosaurus Rex, a show stopper at 42 feet (12.8 m) long from snout to tail and 12 feet (3.66 m) high at the hip, with a 600-pound head containing 58 dagger-like teeth.

Children point and gawk, and one pair of girls look like they want to climb over the railing for a closer encounter.

Another popular exhibit explores the conservation work of the Field Museum in restoring the Earth. Thank goodness young people are being educated about this crucial knowledge.

John and I didn't get a chance to eat lunch on the bus, so we head over to the Bistro, where a couple are enjoying refreshments. Then we spend the afternoon in the Native American section of the museum, which takes up one half of the first floor. More details on that in the following blog entry.

By the end of the afternoon my shins are sore from walking on marble. Fortunately, there are plenty of cushioned benches for taking a break.

After a long day of bus travel and and walking and standing, we wait, a bit wearily, outside the colonnaded entrance for John to fetch the bus from the parking lot.

Other visitors are also waiting for their rides on the broad white marble steps.

Maybe on a red double decker bus.

Possibly a stretch limousine.

Or some of the sky blue Divvy rental bikes found in a network of docking stations all over the city.

And there's always foot power.

While we wait, Dr. Fisher points out two living fossils growing in the median strip. Equisetum, horsetail or snake grass, has been growing for over 100 million years and is the only living genus of its species. Gingko biloba, or maidenhair tree, dates back 270 million years and has no living relatives.

Dr. Fisher shows one of the students the small, yellow-orange, fruit-like seeds that have fallen to the ground from the female trees. 

They look like small apricots, but do not eat! The stinky seeds smell like rancid butter and contain butryic acid. No wonder these trees with their fan-shaped leaves have survived so long!

The bus arrives and we head over to the Best Western Grant Park Hotel to check in and meditate.

We're on the 9th floor, at the very top, but not nearly as high as the skyscraper next door.

At 7 pm, we hop in the bus again for a trip along Lake Shore Drive, with a lovely view of the full moon casting a shimmering silver shaft of light on Lake Michigan. At an Ethiopian restaurant we sit at a long train of tables pushed together. Our waiter serves each group of four diners with a plate of sour, spongy injera made with fermented teff flour, each flatbread folded like warm hand towels, and a large round platter covered with a layer of overlapping injera topped with little piles of spicy berbere wat, lentils and various vegetables. Using our right hand, we tear off pieces of injera to scoop up the stew. Finger licking good!

The next morning we walk to the museum, passing Grant Park, filled with 106 rusty, headless giants, which appear to be walking in all directions. "Agora" was designed by Magdalena Abakanowicz, and each of the 9 foot tall, cast iron statues was created in Poland. In ancient Greece the agora was the central meeting place in a village or city. Grant Park, centrally located in Chicago, invites people -- residents, visitors, immigrants -- to congregate and mingle with the nonjudgmental, harmless armless figures.

Beyond the park, a long arched bridge spans the railroad tracks.

We continue along a curving walk, where I crane my neck to gaze at the sun-struck skyscrapers.

Then we proceed trough a pedestrian tunnel under Michigan Avenue, where we encounter more public artwork.

Beautiful tile murals depicting the waters of the lake.

We're scheduled for a behind-the-scenes tour of the research facilities on the third floor of the museum. Our vivacious guide, Christine, shows us the stacks, which hold thousands of samples of every conceivable plant. Formerly, they were protected by moth balls, and the smell still lingers, but an automated system now maintains the ideal preservation climate. Most of the stacks can now be moved electronically on rails, opening an aisle where needed for access.

Each spescimen is carefully labeled with its Latin name, location, date and names of collectors, as well its location in the stacks,

In another section the stacks are still moved manually by turning a wheel.

In this area, devoted to the many human uses of organic materials, Christine pulls out a drawer containing liquids in bottles.

There are seeds in bell jars.

Essences and essential oils, like this oil of hemlock. Remembering how Socrates died, I'm surprised not to see a skull and crossbones on this deadly poison!

Olive oil (orange!) in glass jars.

Wine bottles with crumbling wax over the corks and peeling labels.

Squat jars with metal lids containing South American carnauba wax and copal, used as incense.

Bottles with glass stoppers containing wood alcohol and other Florida wood products from Sunny South Products.

Cork-stoppered vials containing samples of some of the approximately 770 species of Papaveraceae, informally known as the poppy family.

Hunks of golden resin, the sticky substance collected from trees, often used to make varnishes.

Panama hats showing various stages of weaving.

Christine cautions us to look but don't touch. She's wearing white gloves to keep the oil from her hands from damaging the samples that are not contained in boxes, plastic bags or bottles.

No basket is too small for the collection.

There are many unusual items, like this double coconut from the Seychelles made into a double flask.

And specimens that are beautiful as well as unusual, like this palm tassel.

There are gourds of all sizes, carefully nestled in foam collars or boxes with plastic lids.

Versatile rattan wrapped in rattan.

And of course, the ever-adaptable bamboo in many sizes.

On the way out we pass shelves of old cases filled with documents.

And an office, gently cluttered, just the way I'd picture a museum staff's office.

On the second floor, John and I stop to watch a man peering through a microscope as he carefully releases a fossil from the surrounding stone with an electronic drill.

It takes steady hands and intense focus to do this kind of delicate work. Imagine trying to do that with people watching just on the other side of the glass.

After lunch we say goodbye to the Field Museum and head home. At a rest stop on I-80, Dr. Fisher watches one of the students "fly" with the help of her friend, while Maya delights in sniffing the supporter's shoes!

While John drives and the students meditate, Maya takes a nap, her friendly foot wrapped around the comforting foot of Dr. Fisher.