Back in October last year we held a Wild Culture Jamboree. We made a call out for creative responses to the question "What does wild culture mean to you?". Whether illustrations, videos, photographs or written pieces, we received some wonderful submissions and we'd like to thank everyone who took part.
From Feral Theatre's brilliantly histrionic "Funeral For Lost Speices", to a hauntingly atmospheric "Hunt for the Scottish Monster", we enjoyed all of the entries in their glorious diversity.
As a way of sharing some of our joy, here are four entries that caused the most jubilation at Wild Culture HQ:
The Spirit Bear
From her ongoing project, "Tribe", Rebecca French responded to our call with her illustration "The Spirit Bear". Rebecca's "Tribe" project centres on "a group of what once were gutterpunks and runaways forming a real tribe in the wild and the individuals that they would encounter along the way." www.rebeccafrenchillustration.co.uk
In fact, "The Spirit Bear' impressed us so much, that we awarded Rebecca a copy of the magnificant The Where, the Why, and the How: 75 Artists Illustrate Wondrous Mysteries of Science by Jenny Volvovski, Julia Rothman, and Matt Lamothe, which was published and supplied by Chronicle Books.
This Book Might Kill You
Lydia Titterton sent us this image (below) from her work, "This book might kill you". "My work is about wilderness," she expained, "I hunt, gather and forage the local landscape and make inks, dyes and pigments from my finds." For this particular project she went to one specific grid reference on the map and collected as many poisonous fungi as she could find. The mushrooms were dried and then sewn into a book that she bound by hand. lydiatitterton.tumblr.com
Concrete Jungle
Photographer Nadège Mériau sent us this brilliantly wry mise en scène, Concrete Jungle. www.nadegemeriau.com
Horse
A poem by Taissa Csaky...
Walking over the fields
You see a horse leaning over a fence
And go up to her nice and slow
And say “Hello”
In your own words
And in another way
Lean your head down nice and slow
When she breathes out
You breathe in
A sweet smell of warmth
From the very middle of where she is
Who knows what she smells on you
But she likes it because
As you stand
She turns her long heavy brown head
And fixes one deep liquid brown eye
On your pair and sighs
She leans her neck
With her whole soft weight
On your shoulder and sighs
And the two of you stand there
With the dog waiting to go and look at those squirrels over there
For a very long time
And when the time has passed
You say “Thank you” and “Goodbye”
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