Biodiversity: my sustainable answer

It is the variety of living organisms on the planet in relation to the balance of the ecosystems in which they live, namely biodiversity, that is of interest to the farmer today: the one of the older generation who can no longer find the references of the past in the field, and the one of the new generation, prepared theoretically but unable to find feedback in the present reality.

"You don't know where you're touching," said the father farmer to the inexperienced son. "It's not like that anymore," retorted the learned son to his father. At the intersection of these two generations, between this mutual misunderstanding, lies biodiversity, which is not a family affair but the litmus test of the quality of our environment.

When I was little I used to collect orange paper and Rossana candy wrapper, looking through them almost looking for that part of the world that is not revealed to our eyes. This is what the farmer is called to do, to become one with the environment in order to experience its minutest details, to be in the wave of life that expresses itself differently every moment, because everything is changing faster than before, than a moment just passed. Mercilessly.

One might as well love this unceasing becoming, combining the craft of living with one's craft, that of cultivating the land. Yes, even if the farmer today is tired, as tired as his soil, where life finds no way to express itself as it was created. Tired and lonely, lacking the boundaries of his own field, he now has to look to the world as the world falls on him: this year's drought is not what it was 70 years ago, there are pollutants taking the life out of soil organisms.

Organisms are also micro, they mutate diseases; they too trudge the climb of survival, biodiversely adept, sneer, then a tornado sweeps them away; do I do flame weeding? Or green manure and some pesticides? Uh, the summer cocktail...
Everything is consumed in difficult psychodynamics: temperatures have increased, but rainfall has decreased, population has also increased, consumption has decreased, natural habitats instead...
The psychodrama of nature that is, the psychodrama of biological communities requires new actors and new performers. The biodiversity of the human species, however, cannot explain itself.

Farmers are direct but also abandoned by the system. The interlocutors do not reveal their knowledge so far from the day-to-day knowledge of the field, the languages are so different, and the distances are bridged by consulting bills through which they build their own power, and now announce ... the circular economy.

The farmer needs to increase production potential, needs new tools, means to escort him out of the circles of hell. It cannot be the culture of discard to generate nobility of spirit and action, the vegetable does not compromise, it is pure and simple; the vegetable is not told stories, he lives well or dies. Soon we will have to reckon, pay instead of pray.

I remember the art system announced in the 1980s by Bonito Oliva: artist, critic, gallery/museum/auction house, specialized publishing, collector; here is the product served to the market. The system is still the system, varying the form but not the substance: the artist is the farmer who creates the food, the critic is the technician, such as the agronomist, who through models evaluates and validates the farm's activities, the exhibition space is equivalent to the agri-food markets, the GDO, etc., the specialized publishing celebrates the industry, the collector is the consumer.

If the heralded death of art can now be touched, the death of agriculture announced more than 100 years later finds its expression in the era of hunger that now stands out, with one difference, we will not be able to wait 100 years. That is because the need for food is more violent than the subtle needs of the mind which is the container of thought, beauty and all the purposes of the soul.

If man has damaged the planet's biodiversity, it is man's turn to suffer its fate.

At the crossroads between lifestyles and necessity to prevail is death or life. It is not a dystopian revelation, but the scroll of my life where BioAksxter is written. My sustainable answer.