Children of the Sun
October 22, 2011
I’m ambivalent about Michael Langan’s “Heliotropes.” I mean, it’s lovely and deftly done; the simple, fluttering juxtaposition of avian and aircraft forms is an essay in itself. And the voiceover — what grain that guy’s voice has got! But in the end, I want to say that our frantic transcontinental wingings and our escalator drudgeries are not merely the manifestation of primordial heliotropism, but the residue of the political and cultural choices we’ve made. Of course they too express a nature — one more complexly inelegant than the daily dance of the flowers.