As a snowflake alighted on his sleeve, Kepler paused, considering the unequivocal six-fold symmetry. The delicate, ephemeral balance between absolute, almost divine geometrical precision, and complete randomness. A fleeting solid form, bridging the vaporous cumuli of winter with the thawing rivers of spring.
Liberty had the pleasure of chatting with choreographer Wayne McGregor last month for i-D, ahead of the Sydney premiere of his ballet, Tree of Codes, featuring set design by Olafur Eliasson and an original score by Jamie XX.
We had tamed the grasses, but floods and droughts would test us, and we grew tired of falling to our knees to beg for her mercy. We came to realise that our Mother Nature wasn't Eden, she was Eve. Primordially disobedient. Beyond our control. And so, we began to weed her out.
The peaceful coexistence of a cognitively dissonant 'nature' and 'human' paradoxically separates us from the nourishing terrain, because our defining of nature as a distinct entity with which we can have a relationship is an irrevocable act of 'othering'.