A mysteriously hovering vantage point slowly rotates above muddy, languidly rippling waters. We grasp for context in these distorted reflections of land and sky, but little is offered. Our attention remains focused on a splash of gas centered in each frame. The conceptual link connecting these disparate bodies of waters (the Yangtze, Nile, Thames, etc. — each named in the piece’s title) is not the water itself but the gas, the defilement. These digitally rendered waters make up John Gerrard’s new series, Flag (2017), and their global soiledness is the subject.
But who are these bleak flags for, exactly? I believe that, more than any country, they wave for the Capitaloceneepoch writ large, spanning national and international borders. Proposals for new nations, causes, even the Anthropocene — which posits humans as the defining force of the planet — are not represented. These flags are digital renderings of water, not a painting or a video but a programmatic artwork with a year-long playing time. The software mimics reflections of various waters around the globe, in accordance with a solar cycle of night and day.
In an age when fresh water — an increasingly rare and precious gift — is constantly rerouted into industry’s maw, Gerrard’s pieces demonstrate capitalism’s culmination. While the human impact here is obvious, a human presence is eerily absent. Instead, these flags are for a dark, befouled planet devoid of human life; we are only felt through the filth we’ve created. Diverse and distant ecologies are flattened into one vast interconnected landfill.
Despite spanning the globe, Gerrard’s flags — like the Capitalocene itself — know no boundaries. We see reflected in their waters only murky localizations amid rampant environmental degradation. Business and trade, especially relating to raw materials and their extraction, have never adhered to national borders. But now these hyper-profit-driven fantasies are bearing fruit from California to the Niger Delta, regardless of where the businesses pay (or don’t pay) their taxes.
The lack of geographic specificity in Gerrard’s pieces causes us to reflect on the way big industry tends to simply export what the Western public refuses to tolerate. Many chemicals deemed too dangerous to use in the US are instead sent to other countries. Our outrage over the oil spills off our own coasts is absent for the ongoing environmental catastrophe in the Niger Delta region. Same companies, same problems, but dramatically different reactions.
Big industry assumes — usually rightly — that if their negative impact is felt far enough away from Western media and consumers, they will not pay a price for their horrible behavior. Gerard’s flags represent that logic collapsing on its own hubris. Given enough time, the world’s waters will return to us the toxic waste we’ve long ignored. While humans can barely act with the next generation in mind, and companies struggle to look past their next quarter, water never forgets.