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| Burnell Poole, two views of HMS Mauretania (c1920) |
Above For a long time we have known about a wonderful painting by American artist
Burnell Poole of the starboard side of the
dazzle-camouflaged HMS Mauretania (top). But only recently did we learn that he also created a companion painting (bottom), which shows the port side of the same ship. It clearly shows its camouflage. When dazzle ship camouflage was initiated during World War I, it was decided that no ship should have the same camouflage pattern on both sides. The original paintings are housed in the collections of the
Merseyside Maritime Museum, and the
US Navy Art Collection, respectively.
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The following is a brief excerpt from
Roy R. Behrens' "Khaki to khaki (dust to dust): the ubiquity of camouflage in human experience" just published in Ann Elias,
Ross Harley and Nicholas Tsoutas, eds,
Camouflage Cultures: Beyond the Art of Disappearance (Sydney University Press, 2015). Among its other contributors are
Donna West Brett,
Paul Brock,
Ann Elias,
Ross Gibson,
Amy Hamilton,
Pamela Hansford,
Jack Hasenpusch,
Ian Howard,
Husuan L. Hsu,
Bernd Hüppauf,
Ian McLean,
Jacqueline Millner,
Jonnie Morris,
Brigitta Olubas,
Nikos Papastergiadis,
Tanya Peterson,
Nicholas Tsoutas,
Linda Tyler and
Ben Wadham—
How is it that we experience "things" in contrast to surrounding "stuff"?… Like you, I even see my "self" this way. "I am I" and, to follow, I am not "not-I." We typically regard our “selves” as permeable identities in a
bouillabaisse of ubiquitous “stuff,” a surrounding that seems to a newborn, in
the famous words of William James, like “a blooming, buzzing confusion.” One wonders if this might also explain, as
Ernst Schachtel suggested, why we are all afflicted by “childhood amnesia,”
leaving us with little or no memory of the first years of our lives, because we
lacked the “handles” then—the linguistic categories—that enable us to “grasp”
events. In recent years, increased attention has been paid to
the various forms of “amnesia” at the opposite end of life, including gradual
memory loss, senility, dementia, and the horrifying ordeal of Alzheimer’s. If
the boundaries of our figural “self” are blurred when we are newborns, perhaps
we should not be surprised that the limits of our “self” grow thin—once
again—as we march to the end of existence.
As adults, we use hackneyed
phrases like “dust to dust” to imply that at birth we somehow spring from naught;
that we metamorphically evolve through infancy and childhood; live out our
ritualistic lives as corporeal upright adults; then slowly—or, just as often,
catastrophically—“deconstruct”; and (at last) are literally “disembodied” in
the process that we dread as death. Instead of saying “dust to dust,” it may be
more in tune to say “khaki to khaki,” since it seems as if our lives consist of
time-based re-enactments of a spectrum of nuanced relations between figure and
ground, some or all of which pertain to varieties of camouflage.
