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March 14, 2010

The Philadelphia Flower Show Underground: 2010

by Elizabeth Bako

(Editor’s NotePhiladelphia gave birth to America’s first horticultural society, The Pennsylvania Horticultural Society, in 1827 and the nation’s first flower show, the Philadelphia Flower Show, in 1829.  Elizabeth Bako went behind the scenes for the 183rd annual Flower Show to get the story behind the story.)

By Elizabeth Bako

Thursday Afternoon: Pre-Show Setup

When I entered the Philadelphia Convention Center on the second to last day of setup before the opening of the Philadelphia International Flower Show, cranes and plows groaned their way around through the cavernous space. Alert to the echoing beeps of machinery in reverse and hopping over jagged piles of lumber, I made my way into the throng, the air just above freezing as a frigid wind came through the open loading docks.

Crane moving rock piles around the PA Convention Center

Crane moving rock piles around the PA Convention Center

Exploration South Africa; sculpting the life-sized giraffe

Exploration South Africa; sculpting the life-sized giraffe

At the entrance, I was met with an enormous life-sized hot air balloon, designed to look like a map of the world. A woman sat playfully posing at the base of the balloon. She introduced herself as Barbara King of Valley Forge Flowers in Wayne, PA and she pointed out that this was the fourth year she has been asked to help create the centerpiece at the entrance of the show.

Barbara King of Valley Forge Flowers

Barbara King of Valley Forge Flowers

“We did the flowers for the balloon,” she smiled, pointing above her head. Taking a second look up and to my shock, I saw what I had overlooked before: the balloon was composed entirely of freeze-dried roses and posies, and she and her 80,000 cut flowers could not have looked more welcoming.

She ushered me over to Sam Lemheney, the Director of Show Design  who casually informed me that it took over one week and ten volunteers to build the 28-foot balloon.

It is this kind of cooperative ingenuity which has been a trademark of the Philadelphia Flower Show, the largest indoor flower show in the world. Not surprisingly, every show takes eighteen months to coordinate and next year’s show, “Paris in Springtime”, has been in the works since September, 2009.

In a nod to globalization and the fact that many of the plants in this year’s show came from other parts of the world, The Philadelphia Flower Show this year added ‘International’ to its title, and so the theme is, “Passport To The World.”

Sam explained that each plant displayed in the centerpiece exhibit, has been introduced to the area through the flower show, and fostered by a local horticulture center, such as Longwood Gardens.

The Explorer’s Garden; the Victorian-era centerpiece display

The Explorer’s Garden; the Victorian-era centerpiece display

The proceeds from the show support The Pennsylvania Horticultural Society and its acclaimed urban greening program, Philadelphia Green, sponsoring community gardens and parks where they are needed the most.

After thanking Sam for his hospitality, I set off amongst the piles of mulch and packaging paper to explore the works in progress.

Potted plants and mulch piles

Potted plants and mulch piles

Pennsylvania Bonsai Society, featuring a formal Asian display

Pennsylvania Bonsai Society, featuring a formal Asian display

Some of the more notable exhibits included a life-sized elephant made of flowers in the, Flowers! The Jewels of an Indian Wedding exhibit by Jamie Rothstein Distinctive Floral Designs Inc.

Flowers! The Jewels of an Indian Wedding, featuring a life-sized elephant made of flowers

Flowers! The Jewels of an Indian Wedding, featuring a life-sized elephant made of flowers

Lotus-filled reflection pools bordered by flower mosaics

Lotus-filled reflection pools bordered by flower mosaics

One interesting exhibit, Polar Fantasy, by Scaffer Designs interpreted with floral arrangements and fibre optics on Aurora Borealis.

Setting up Polar Fantasy

Setting up Polar Fantasy

Fiber optics create the Aurora Borealis

Fiber optics create the Aurora Borealis

Thai Tranquility, a Thai tea house sat among smaller spirit houses of the Buddhist culture, on the edge of a lagoon. This exhibit was created by the Men’s Garden Club of Philadelphia, a group of fellows that were quick to pose for pictures between telling jokes, some of them aimed good-naturedly at Stan Amey, their ‘President For Life’. This is their 21st year at the show and their fourth year as a central, non-competitive piece in the show’s theme.

Thai Tranquility

Thai Tranquility

A Thai tea house surrounded by smaller spirit houses sits on a lagoon

A Thai tea house surrounded by smaller spirit houses sits on a lagoon

Cut flowers create a landscape design

Cut flowers create a landscape design

Yet, of all of the exhibits, one that fascinated me most was MODA botanica’s, Box. From across the room I spotted six shipping containers towering over grass huts, wooden gazebos, and room installation exhibits scattered below it. At first sight it was jarring, out of place, and I had to see it up close.

Box seen from across the floor

Box seen from across the floor

I made my way over to the artists at work on this beautiful monster and was fortunate enough to interview one of the three partners in MODA, Bailey Hale. In show full of country-specific themes, Box sat ambiguously on the side.

Marcello Brenning stuffs plastic bags with Baby's Breath to create the scene

Marcello Brenning stuffs plastic bags with Baby's Breath to create the scene

MODA botanica’s designs use flowers from all over the world, and they didn’t want to limit themselves. To express the passport theme, MODA employed used shipping containers made in different countries, delivered from a shipping yard in Camden, NJ by semi-trailers two at a time, and then lifted into the second story room by forklifts.

“It could be very harrowing,” Bailey laughed.

The idea, Bailey explained, is to exhibit not flowers but their style, self-described as, “a modern design aesthetic with an artistic approach,” with, “exceptional flowers, creative design and unexpected materials.”

Creating the interactive exhibit

Creating the interactive exhibit

Carnivorous plants and graffiti

Carnivorous plants and graffiti

“Flowers by their very nature are pretty,” Bailey said to me as we walked through the containers. “They don’t need our help. We like to challenge people to see things in a new light. Present them in a way you’re not used to seeing.”

Awe-struck at the task Bailey and his crew had ahead of them, I left the show wondering if the exhibitors would ever be ready on time. While I slept Friday night, I learned that the Bailey and his partners, and the design technicians that worked on Box labored away until two am Saturday morning, only to return, fully dressed and functioning, eight hours later. I was there too, eager to see how Box turned out.

Saturday Morning: Press and Judges Only

Judging of the dress designs

Judging of the dress designs

The opening weekend of the Flower Show brought Philadelphia its fourth major snowstorm. This year, the weather has been brutal, exacting in its ability to shut the city down every week with one storm’s snow piled on the last. The days are short and dim. The moments you steal outdoors in the fleeting daylight are spent huddled face-down, dogged by the biting wind and chill that rushes you from one indoor corner to another.

The cold darkness was spreading and I began to feel as though it had infected my mind. A sort-of dim vagueness had impaired my ability to think and create, and I felt an ever growing urge to give in to the warm-tingly feeling and go to sleep. Saturday, however, I was up early.

When I stood in the open, unpopulated quiet of the Philadelphia International Flower Show’s pre-show, the exposed architecture of the PA Convention Center’s massive ceiling space mirrored in the dark shine of the freshly washed cement floor, and looked up through the beam of a halogen spotlight onto MODA Botanica’s exhibit. At that moment my winter fell to its knees.

My first reaction was to laugh, not because it was funny but because it was my body’s way of dealing with something that I had to first grasp with my mind. The feat was incredible. The art was like fresh water. Six gigantic, heavy-metal shipping containers, two stacked on top of four, posed five rooms of art displaying interactive botanical design and floral show-pieces in a in a way that mingled punk rock with museum-quality beauty.

Box, unveiled

Box, unveiled

In the few hours during the pre-show, circulated by the press, volunteers and judges, MODA’s exhibit drew a crowd. One woman gaped, “It’s like a wonderland…” as she passed through the exposed light bulbs, reflected into infinity, in the chartreuse-fauna interior of the mirrored shipping crate. Another woman stared, sighing over and over again.

Lights and mirrors

Lights and mirrors

I had to kneel to fully grasp the attention to detail carried down to the flower arrangements, which stood in sophisticated splendor from the cinder blocks on the floor, or peered up at the grotesque display of carnivorous plants hanging from above. The nature and beauty, creation and innovation of MODA’s exhibit reminded me on this miserable winter day what it means to be in a living world.

A wonderfully grotesque design

A wonderfully grotesque design

Two graffiti artists, who write under the names of Distort and Distraught unleashed their art on an open container that created one of the two through-ways in the piece. Intermingled with the graffiti were colorful orchids, camouflaged as if grown there organically, protected by some natural surrounding.

On the container’s side was a series of graphic illustrations of Jane Pepper, is a fine tribute to her last active year as President of the Horticultural Society.

Graphic graffiti portraiture done of Jane Pepper, the PHS president

Graphic graffiti portraiture done of Jane Pepper, the PHS president

Jute twigs built around Box

Jute twigs built around Box

A wildly intricate architectural ensemble of colorful Jute twigs (a plant whose fibres are used to make fabrics) wrapped itself around the graffitied container, hanging precariously off its side and leading to the mirrored show-case, a room cut out and roped off from within one of the container building blocks.

Architectural design elements

Architectural design elements

In this container, a dining scene set off by elaborate cut flower arrangements, all in hues of purple, reminded MODA’s audience that their young genius is, of course for hire.

MODA botanica displays their artful techniques with cut flower arrangements

MODA botanica displays their artful techniques with cut flower arrangements

No doubt, MODA’s brilliance was the talk of the show and each angle or turn brought about something new to look at. However, it was at the foot of their Ship Wreck Room where the entire show came to a respectful pause, bowing to the beauty of luminescent white radiating from delicate baby’s breath and fleshy orchids, planted in a dark, rusted, well-traveled container.

The Ship Wreck room

The Ship Wreck room

Pennsylvania Bonsai Society

Pennsylvania Bonsai Society

Blooming plants on display and ready for judging

Blooming plants on display and ready for judging

The judges circulate

The judges circulate

Welcoming hot air balloon

Welcoming hot air balloon

Follows of the Men's Garden Club of Philadelphia

Follows of the Men's Garden Club of Philadelphia

Elizabeth Bako lives in Center City, Philadelphia.  She graduated from Temple University after studying abroad in Rome for a year.  She has a background in sales and marketing, is a contributing editor for the Wild River Review, and has just finished her first novel.

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March 1, 2010

The Italian After-Life: Something they all must face.

“Whether or not a corpse is torn apart by coyotes may seem only a sentimental consideration, but of course it is more: one of the promises we make to one another is that we will try to return our casualties, try not to abandon our dead to the coyotes.“

-Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem

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Not only has Italy rocked my notions of time, patience (I thought I was so patient until I visited the Italian post-office), health, waste, cleanliness, and text-messaging but also, in just one month, life after death!  I’m not just talking about what I experience when reading Dante’s Paradiso but I’m talking about burial rituals.

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I spoke to a native Florentine about the burial processes.  This is what he told me:

  • In Italy, a primarily Catholic nation, it is customary that the body be laid out (after a viewing) in a casket and buried in that full-length casket.
  • Here is where it gets interesting…after 10-20 years (his estimation) a member of the family must be present when they open up the casket and condense the decomposed remains into a smaller container so to be placed in a less-spacious burial site in order to make room for new members of the cemetery.
  • Also, in any given graveyard, a family must–every 50 years or so- renew the lease on the plot of land.  When, eventually, this lease runs out and stops being paid-for by the family, the remains are removed from that graveyard and put into a kind-of mass grave.

This process may seem unjust to us Americans who associate “Rest In Peace” with gravestones but for the Italians, it makes sense when you look at the figures:

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Now, given these figures and the inevitable fact of death, the strict, time-dependent policies of the Italian cemetery seem necessary.  Perhaps, too, the grim but inevitable way that the Italians must face the family-member’s decomposing remains is a healthy component of the mortal soul and is good for the human condition.

Piazzale Donatello is Swiss-owned and is the burial site of many non-Catholic names including many poets.

Piazzale Donatello is Swiss-owned and is the burial site of many non-Catholic names including many poets.

Here in Florence it always comes around to Dante, “il Poeta. In 1321 Dante Alighieri died in Ravenna, Italy at the age of 56 as an exile from the Florence that he knew and loved:

“You shall leave everything you love most:

This is the arrow that the bow of exile

Shoots first.  You are to know the bitter taste

of others’ bread, how salty it is, and know

how hard a path it is for one who goes

ascending and descending others’ stairs”

(Paradiso, XVII, 76)

His remains are found in a tomb in Church of San Pier Maggiore, later called San Francesco, in Ravenna, Emilia-Romagna, IT.  My Divine Comedy professor tells us that every year, like clock-work, Florence petitions Ravenna and asks, per favore, for Dante’s remains.  Every year, like clock-work, Ravenna says no.  On a couple of occasions Dante’s tomb in Ravenna has been re-crafted which, I think, marks an timeless, undying respect for him.

The Cenotaph of Dante Alighieri, "Il Sommo Poeta" or "the Supreme Poet," found in the Basilica of Santa Croce in Florence.

The Cenotaph of Dante Alighieri, "Il Sommo Poeta" or "the Supreme Poet," found in the Basilica of Santa Croce in Florence.

There are many moments whose beauty forbids you from taking a photograph.  I circled the Piazzale Donatello graveyard once when it was open in a grave mood, thinking of the mortality of each moment, when I came across a little old woman dressed in fur and a pretty purple hat, sitting a top a tomb-like gravestone, staring off into the car-traffic that passed her by.  She was there, I’m sure, thinking of a loved one who had come and gone as quickly as the cars that sped past only a couple of meters away.  We exchanged smiles quickly and I hurried off to live the life felt dying.

Piazzale Donatello:  The Island of the Dead:  An unusual sight.  It is an island in the middle of one of the major roads in Florence but it is also a graveyard.

Piazzale Donatello: The Island of the Dead: An unusual sight. It is an island in the middle of one of the major roads in Florence. But it is also a graveyard.

A joke:

A man walks into a cemetery and is walking around when suddenly he hears Beetohoven’s Symphony No. 5 playing backwards, then his Symphony No. 4, then No. 3.  Finally, he finds a cemetery-worker and asks, frantically, where is the music coming from?!  The worker turns to him calmly and says:   “It is Beethoven: He is decomposing.”

But this is not a joke:

This is Galileo's Middle finger which is displayed in a museum in Florence.  Interestingly, Galileo's tomb can be found in the Basilica of Santa Croce even though the Catholic Church branded him a Heretic when he accepted Copernicus' theory that the solar system did not revolve around the Earth.

This is Galileo Galilei's Middle finger which is displayed in a museum in Florence. Interestingly, Galileo's tomb can be found in the Basilica of Santa Croce even though the Catholic Church branded him a Heretic when he accepted Copernicus' theory that the solar system did not revolve around the Earth.

Terrence Cheromcka, 20, has been part of Wild River Review’s staff for two years. She is currently studying Religious Studies in Florence Italy through New York University’s campus abroad.

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