Bora Şekerci

We All Should Have Listened to Paul Crutzen 

by Bora Şekerci

As a person who grew up in Turkey, controlling nature has always been something strongly political to me where I can’t think of it without considering the political connotations that come with it. Different cultures around the world deals with nature-and the control mechanism that comes with human existence surrounding it- in various ways where it is not always political as I experienced in my past.  
Here in the Netherlands, it is more about nuances and subtlety on how people dominate -the said- man made nature here. As people, we tend to have a certain behaviour of shaping our environment to our needs rather than letting go of it. There is a thin line between destroying and structuring so as to fit our needs where the latter one is the main focus of my project. 
In other terms, as Paul Crutzen put it, we are in a geological epoch called ‘Anthropocene’ where human interference, existence has started to change the conventional natural flow. Even when we try to make things right for nature, we change, reshape and reconstruct the natural order as you will see in my project. 

Opening of shopping malls is an example of how people in power reveal their true hunger for more material needs. Nature takes the backseat and gets destroyed every time a shopping mall is being planned in an area of nature. 

Paul Crutzen is a Dutch atmospherist chemist who coined the term ‘Anthropocene’ into the popular culture. He has been a champion of vocalizing the negative effects humans has been causing to the earth since mid-60s. 

Twilight at Noon, 4’21”
Short video about the limits of
human control on nature with
an ambient soundscape

A Bird, came down the Walk –
He did not know I saw –
He bit an Angle Worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,
And then, he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass –
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass –
He glanced with rapid eyes,
That hurried all abroad –
They looked like frightened Beads, I thought,
He stirred his Velvet Head. –
Like one in danger, Cautious,
I offered him a Crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers,
And rowed him softer Home –
Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon,
Leap, plashless as they swim.
EMILY DICKINSON
A BIRD, CAME DOWN TO WALK