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Laying doilies on devastated gardens: a bit of sublime madness?

by | Mar 6, 2015 | Craftivism, Crochet, Doilies, Doily, Fibre Arts, Installation, Tyvek, Wrap I, Wrap II

When the white RCMP SUV was spotted cruising around the Maple Street section of the community gardens early Monday morning, it was clear that the chainsaws and earth-movers were next.

PicturePlaceholders for levelled gardens: Wrap I and Wrap II, 10′ diameter each, crocheted Tyvek (Photo by Carlyn Yandle)

For the next three days all the gardeners of those little plots along the Arbutus rail corridor could do was ask that some of the uprooted shrubs be saved. But mostly those who had the stomach to watch the carnage were shaking their heads, hugging one another, trying not to cry.

The train used to come by here when there were gardens. Now there is no need for trains yet all but a fringe of the gardens must go.

It’s the futility of the destruction of people’s source of food, pleasure and community that hurts the most. CP has every right to their right of way, but it’s a crying shame all the same.

PictureBackhoe tracks and Wrap I, 10′ diameter, crocheted Tyvek (Photo by Carlyn Yandle)

When all was left was the tracks of the backhoe, I thought that laying down some giant doilies seemed appropriate. Or at least it didn’t seem any more ridiculous than levelling the gardens along a useless spur where the rails have long disappeared under the tarmac of some streets it used to cross.

There was no one around when I unfurled the two 10-foot-wide doilies on the bare dirt after the land-clearers left for the day – eerie for a time and place where there’s usually all sorts of people tending their vegetables, walking dogs, riding bikes, pushing strollers or just surveying the spring coming on. But soon a few curious souls ventured in to ask what I was doing or snap some Instagram-destined pics. Conversations started up, mostly about Those Assholes but also about the grandmothers who loved their doilies, or the other things that these things reminded them of. A bit of absurdity in the face of absurdity, but it kick-started something. 

When one’s world seems unbearable “it is the sublime madness that makes one sing,” Pulitzer-prize-winning war correspondent/author/minister Chris Hedges told the crowd at a packed downtown church two weeks ago. Acts of creative expression in the face of devastation are signs of a belief in a “divine justice.” They are small acts of hope that say, ‘We exist.’

Hedges rocks your world view here (talk begins at 16-minute mark):