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The Mother Road
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As I continue my series of The Grapes of Wrath paintings I decided my next topic to cover would be the last chapter. So much for building to a climax but I thought it would be a greater challenge to start off with the first and last "scenes"
There is so much symbolism in this book and to not pay homage to it visually would not be in line with the feel of the narrative.
Route 66, also referred to as "The Mother Road" was the main path that lead the hopeless migrant farmers to what they hoped would be a better life in the orchards of California. It didn't really intersect many other main arteries therefore it was either forward the migrants traveled, towards a new life- or back to the desperation from which they came.
As Steineck describes:
"Highway 66 is the main migrant road. 66 — the long concrete path across the country, waving gently up and down on the map, from Mississippi to Bakersfield — over the red lands and the grey lands, twisting up into the mountains, crossing the Divide and down into the bright and terrible desert to the mountains again, and into the rich California valleys.
66 is the path of a people in flight, refugees from dust and shrinking land, from the thunder of tractors and shrinking ownership, from the desert’s slow northward invasion, from the twisting winds that howl up out of Texas, from the floods that bring no richness to the land and steal what little richness is there. From all of these the people are in flight, and they come into 66 from the tributary side roads, from the wagon tracks and the rutted country roads. 66 is the mother road, the road of flight."
The Joads make it to California only to find that the grass may be greener, but they are not wanted nor really needed. The large farming corporations intentionally promised too many people the hope of work so that they could deflate wages. Families starved on the roadside while orchards burst with fruit not available to the sick and dying.
Rose of Sharon Joad was pregnant during the trip to California. Throughout the novel she seemed detached from the community effort and was obsessed only with herself and the arrival of the new baby. Poor nutrition and severe hardship had caused a still birth at the very end of the book as the men fought to build damn to stop a raging flood from destroying their only hopes of shelter. The men's efforts were failing and the women retreated uphill to an abandoned barn where they are surprised by the presence of a dying, malnourished old man and his son. The man can't keep down any solid food and is on the verge of death. In keeping with all the themes of the book Steinbeck somewhat shocks us all with the simplest of scenes. Rose of Sharon's maternal instincts are summoned by the presence of life in need of nurturing, and she gives only what a new mother could.
John Steinbeck's Epic The Grapes of Wrath was not only a portrait of the Joad Family's depression era migration from the Dust Bowl of Oklahoma to find work in the promising fertile California coast- it is a thorough accounting of the machinations of the faceless banking institutions, the collusion of the big farming corporations, the fallout from ecological disaster, and most of all, the strength of human spirit and community.
At the time, and even probably today, it is misconstrued by some as mere socialist propaganda. A far left promotion of the benefits of organized labor and the strength in unity of a community. Were the victims in this story not once proud, hard working middle class land owners that argument might have more tooth. The reality is that this is NOT a political novel. This is the mythical low hanging fruit that the critics of this work might reach for, but much like the Joad's, they shall never find a grape to pick. This book is a human story, and as humans we are communal creatures that prosper most when we look out for each other. This premise cannot be simplified into the dichotomy of left or right wingedness.
There's much too much to write about here, and Steinbeck did it better than I ever could, but I will try to interpret some of the important points and commentary in a series of paintings and other creative endeavors over the next few months.
If anyone has a any scenes they'd like to cover let me know.
Election Day eve. I'm so excited!!! There is no left. There is no right. Only specials interests and lobbyists. Hot button issues get the rubes all fired up to get on down to the polls. Are you passionate about your grandma being able to smoke a doob because of her glaucoma? Afraid "THEY" are after your guns? Want to be able to abort a mistake? All perfectly legitimate issues to be concerned with but none of them are going to make a difference in the direction that this country ends up going in. Big money tries to polarize us on issues that keep us diverted from the fact that the big banks and the Fed are robbing us blind. We are all wage slaves and most of us are happy to be so because we don't know any better. To borrow a line from Lennon- "Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV." I'm sure that there are some decent politicians out there that really want to make a difference, but inevitably they will be be marginalized or compromised by the institutions that can't afford real fundamental change because it upsets the status quo and their bottom line. So what's the answer? The scary thing is that I don't know. What i do know is that we can all benefit from a little more empathy, sympathy and tolerance. This the the epoch of me,me, me. I'm guilty of it too. So, instead of voting tomorrow I say we try to find something to do to help out somebody in a real tangible way.
Here We Are Now, Entertain Us
Sometimes we’ll have ambiguous discussions with a friend, family member, cashier, therapist or beer pourer – where both parties will distill the world’s current problems to clichéd oversimplifications. And this is the closest that the most of us come to any serious discourse. This even makes us feel a little bit more intellectual and involved because instead of spouting off about how we’re so sick of the hopeless Mets struggling to keep their head above water, we’ve gleamed topics closer to the front pages of the newspaper rather than the back.
If there were an omnipotent divinity eavesdropping on these exchanges He’d be too amused to feel disappointed that His inventions turned out to be so blind despite the lengths He supposedly went to create such complex eyes and minds. But I digress for the sake of foreshadowing future topics I might write about. So let’s get back to the point. What is the point you ask. Well, let’s go back to the beer-pourer. He might have been complaining to you that business has been slow and that, “Obama hasn’t done shit to fix this economy. None of these politicians ever do anything. They’re all the same, I’m so sick of it.”
“Yeah man,” you agree as you take another swig, “I don’t think I’m even gonna vote this year. I’m tired of all these lies and broken promises.”
Now, in that scene some valid points have been raised but not examined and they just end up serving as justifications for apathy and disappointment that end up being worn as stylish chips on the character’s shoulders. Let’s examine this further, starting with the beer that’s in the patron’s hand and fueling his animated concurrences with the guy behind the bar. Why is he drinking that beer? To arrive at a desired state no doubt. To unwind, to feel some relief. Regardless of the health consequences, ridiculous costs and much safer and more positive alternatives, he has have chosen the quickest ride to his destination.
The speed factor is at the root of a lot of our problems. Unfortunately this desire for fast results is a double edged sword and an inevitable result of progress. I do not mean progress in terms of improvement, but rather as the simple linear passage of time and circumstance. This latter definition of the term eliminates all subjectivity from the meaning which is important for this argument.
What I mean by this is simple. Over time the human condition has advanced from a state of low dependence on external tools and technology for survival, to a very complex need for external tools and technologies in order to live in a manner that is consistent with what may be deemed an acceptable and conforming standard of living. From the beginning, our intellect has enabled us to create external tools and technologies that help to make our lives easier or more comfortable in some way or another. Certain periods of time are highlighted by excitement over tremendous innovative breakthroughs that significantly alter the standard of living for several generations. Each breakthrough has a certain grace period where excitement and satisfaction with the advancement are relished and the current state is seemed as an acceptable, efficient standard of procedure. The next phase is the disenchantment with what has become the status quo with regards to that particular area of technological experience. As a matter of simple relativity what was once deemed fast and efficient is now the norm. Soon the norm becomes intolerable because we feel that we have the capability of creating and utilizing new methodologies that will surpass the current. So born out of our tremendous capability to manipulate our environment are the Siamese twins named Pioneer and Malcontent. Pioneer was named by Uncle Ingenuity and Malcontent by Uncle Impatience.
Inseparable by virtue of their attributes, their existence often lies at the core of most of what could be deemed wonderful and tragic about the human condition. From politics to leisure, the twins make their mark, but as they grow, Malcontent seems to feed off of Pioneer’s accomplishments. Pioneer’s strengths are drained from his hard work and his brother’s mooching while Malcontent is fat and well rested. He is ever growing in strength and oppresses Pioneer until Malcontent needs a change of scenery.
As a result of this all there is a seemingly parabolic increase in the influence Malcontent has over our daily lives, leading to the vast array of problems that Pioneer struggles to solve. The instant gratification culture feeds itself and makes Pioneer’s efforts either fruitless or misguided.
We often elect certain politicians because they offer us hope of quick relief from problems that couldn’t possibly be solved except through long periods of cultural adjustment and discomfort. Pioneer knows this truth but is pressured by Malcontent to develop bumper sticker solutions that are designed to appease and not really address underlying structural weaknesses.
Symptoms are treated with a new drug while diseases are left to lie festering on the back-burner because we need immediate relief and couldn’t fathom the idea of how boring and burdensome living a preventive lifestyle would be.
Entertainment is more and more shocking rather than thought provoking because the shock is more of an immediate rush and we have not the time nor the intellectual depth to appreciate more profound levels of art.
Drugs, both illegal and “legitimate” flood our society because they are instantly gratifying and numb us to the fact that Pioneer is deep inside us all, kicking and screaming to escape all of the above madness started by Malcontent.
The sad thing is that we are on some level aware of this all. In the chorus to Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit Kurt Cobain sings, “I feel stupid and contagious, here we are now entertain us.” This could be interpreted as struggling with the dichotomy of culturally provoked intellectual mediocrity and the need to immediately relieve of yourself from the pain of that struggle.
While in my teenage years and early twenties when I was listening to and enjoying this song under the influence of all sorts of instantly gratifying substances I had absolutely no idea what I was listening to but something resonated with me. At the time the aforementioned lyric appealed to me because, in a way, I felt that it was something outside of me that should be responsible for entertaining me. Malcontent was at full strength those days as evident through my drug use, reckless behavior and sense of entitlement. Nowadays, my own manifestations of Pioneer and Malcontent are in more of a balance and I’m comfortable with the fact that they are interdependent and can’t exist without each other.
In order for us to thrive as a species we have to find a way to monitor and control the balance between these brothers because they are both essential to the cultural course we take. Progress in the subjective sense of the word is relative and completely arbitrary. Progress in the temporal sense is inevitable.
So in searching for a solution “I found it hard, it’s hard to find, oh well, whatever nevermind.”
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Untitled 2 18x24 acrylic on canvas. Sexy Female Portrait.
Original Painting by Eric Allen Young
Where Are We Going? 20x24 acrylic on canvas. The Beast Status Quo.
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October Falls
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Table Top Joe
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Tobias
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ISM
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The Guest
Original Painting by Eric Allen Young
24x48 acrylic on canvas. Someone wasn't invited.
Peripheral
Original Painting by Eric Allen Young
16x20 acrylic on canvas. What's in the corner of your eye? #face #red #female #african-american #peripheral vision #paranoia
Stare
Original Painting by Eric Allen Young
16x20 acrylic on canvas. Eyes fixed in a gaze inside himself. #face #blue #grundge #abstract #long hair
Untitled One
Original Painting by Eric Allen Young
16x20 acrylic on canvas. The nameless, faceless beauty. #beauty #faceless #portrait #orange #female #flowers #blue