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To be a giant and keep quiet about it - Curated by Margot Samel


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To be a giant and keep quiet about it

Artists: Alicia Adamerovich, Neil Bickerton, Miguel Cardenas, Olivia Jia, August Krogan-Roley, Stephen Polatch, Autumn Wallace and Areum Yang

Curated by Margot Samel

This group exhibition takes its title from the first line of Howard Nemerov’s poem Trees, “To be a giant and keep quiet about it.” The opening is a lyrical expression of non-human dignity, reflecting the awakening environmental awareness and environmental imagination of the mid-twentieth century. Nemerov, an acclaimed American poet Laureate from New York who often wrote about the duality of nature, published Trees in 1977 (from The Collected Poems of Howard Nemerov, University of Chicago Press), a prescient discourse which counters the notion of human beings occupying a privileged position in our world. It was written after the first images of planet earth from the moon forever changed temporal and visual perception in relation to landscape, yet Nemerov’s intimate moments, drawn from introspection and imaginative empathy, restore a sense of earthly discovery. This sense of discovery is one that art has repeatedly claimed.

To be a giant and keep quiet about it,
To stay in one's own place;
To stand for the constant presence of process
And always to seem the same;
To be steady as a rock and always trembling,
Having the hard appearance of death
With the soft, fluent nature of growth,
One's Being deceptively armored,
One's Becoming deceptively vulnerable;
To be so tough, and take the light so well,
Freely providing forbidden knowledge
Of so many things about heaven and earth
For which we should otherwise have no word—
Poems or people are rarely so lovely,
And even when they have great qualities
They tend to tell you rather than exemplify
What they believe themselves to be about,
While from the moving silence of trees,
Whether in storm or calm, in leaf and naked,
Night or day, we draw conclusions of our own,
Sustaining and unnoticed as our breath,
And perilous also—though there has never been
A critical tree—about the nature of things.


Trees by Howard Nemerov

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