Wednesday, 22 October 2014
Allotments as Psychoanalysis
The pictures here are from Alicia Bruce's Digging for Diamonds, on show at Woodend Barn (and on the allotments) from this Saturday onwards.
I love allotment pictures because I like allotments; the chaotic randomness of them, the DIY disasters of homemade sheds, raised beds and make-do-and-mend growing conditions. The great thing about British allotments (compared to German or Austrian ones) is they are full of this chaos. You do get experts in allotments who grow their food on an semi-industrial basis and know their way around bugs, pests and weeds like a vegetable growing Capability Brown. But for the most part, the people who work on their allotments chaos their way through life. Even the ones who really know what they are doing and create harvests that last year long do it through a kind of allotment intuition. Their habits get engrained and the allotment becomes a strange extension of self.
And then the allotment becomes a kind of geographic rorscharch test. It is a window to the soul, a place where you can read who somebody is through the lines of their raised beds, the vegetables that they grow and the flowers that they show. Think of the weeds and flowers as the id, the fruit and vegetables as the ego, and the tunnels, beds and netting as the Superego and you have a precise and scientific analytic tool that, from my observations at least, covers every neurosis and personality type. Add in the sheds, the handling of vegetables and the relationship to the earth and you have the entire history of psychoanalysis covered with every phase of life apparent in the interaction between allotment holder and the soil.
The allotment then is a form of therapy, and it is so much cheaper, healthier and more effective than the one where you lie on a couch.
Anyway, Bruce's lovely pictures show both how people interact with their vegetable spaces as well as featuring a series of vegetable trophy pictures. They are on show at Woodend Barn, which is a community arts space right by the allotments. Allotments and art! There's a step in the right direction.
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