The Killing of Kokopili, Sun Runner Magazine, Q.4., 2010 By Robert Lundahl 415.205.3481 robert@studio-rla.com As a filmmaker, my relationship with the desert began as it does for many others, transversing a lonely landscape with its share of oddities and attractions all the way from Palm Desert to the Colorado, San Bernardino to Las Vegas. As the years shot down the lonely highways and back, I began to open my eyes and ears. The mysteries of the ancient petroglyphs, the life supporting oases and springs awakened; the realization of desert as habitat dawned. I always had a camera with me, and that made me sensitive to the wreckage and artifacts we leave behind, fighter jets on poles out by Lancaster and an airplane wing here and there.
Photo: Lundahl 漏1981/2006
In the desert, you are the main character, the protagonist. The desert is a reflection of you. If you are empty, or wanting, you will see the desert through that lens. If the desert itself is not enough, you may want to build costly solar apparatus with a lifespan of maybe 50 years and grade 100始s of square miles to do it, battle the desert for her gold and riches. Destroy 20,000 years of recorded history. Yes recorded. That始s what petroglyphs and geoglyphs are. In 30 years when we paint solar accumulating crystals on to the flat surfaces of our cars and houses, your public dumpsite will be someone else's cultural genocide. On the other hand, if you see nature and abundance and life, well, you're ok. The desert is the protagonist. You are a bit player.
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