COREY HELFORD GALLERY
571 S Anderson St (Enter on Willow St)
Los Angeles, CA 90033
January 8 – February 12, 2022
“We don’t crave nature, we crave the appearance of being natural. You simply can’t get your hands dirty when you’re living clean. And you can’t be weighed down by a pound of flesh when you’re meditating on your place in eternity.” -Derek Beres
Humans, having grown almost entirely alienated from the natural world, undergo a paroxysm of desire to reconnect with nature. Having lost the wild path some time ago, we seek a route to the wilderness through our wallets, by jumping the train of cultural tradition not our own, by following dubious wellness heroes. The most privileged among us perfect and purify ourselves with fetishized plants, trample the blooms in pursuit of the perfect shot, pass over stewardship in favor of potions.
But the birds laugh at our use of the word Ritual.
The horned animals revoke our license to Adventure.
The flowers assert their right to transience in the face of our lavish self-memorializing.
The real wilderness drops feathers in our tea, and breaks a path out into the true soil.
It doesn’t care if we follow, not everything is ours to touch, to tread, to harvest.