The Naturhistorisches Museum in Vienna was
a 20-minute walk from the pension where I was staying. Armin, who
I had been emailing to arrange my visit, was, at the last minute unable to be
at work when I came. He was kind enough to make sure I would be left in the
capable hands of his friend and colleague Andrea.
Entering via the side of the building I
approached a glass fronted security office. Some paper work was filled in, and
then I was instructed to walk through two courtyards and enter the stairs in
the far right corner and head up to the second floor. Never totally trusting my
own interpretation of directions, I had a couple of false starts, including
peering through a doorway where I was greeting by a large taxidermied creatures—some
in glass cases, others free standing—clearly not the herbarium.
Side entrance |
It is always interesting and a little exciting to enter a workplace totally different to one’s own. Often I am on the receiving end, with people intrigued and excited by the equipment and machines of a print studio. Part of the awe of this herbarium was the architecture, opened officially in 1889, its age and grandeur provided a sense of the generations of collectors, explorers and scientists who may have never entered this building, but whose work can be recalled via the tangible specimens and objects stored within. Naturally this history carries with it a certain uneasiness, when considering the pilaging that went hand in hand with 'discovery'.
Prior to coming to Austria I had trawled
through the virtual herbaria and selected specimens collected by von Hügel on his Australia visit in 1833/4. Armin had very generously retrieved a
number of specimens for me to view (realising early on that this would be
beyond me).
19th Century cabinetry |
Herbarium boxes are green. I don’t know if
they are green all over the world, but in Vienna they are, and it seems
fitting. Dr Ernst Vitek, the Director took me through the rules and regulations
of the herbarium. In Vienna the specimens are taped to the page, rather than
glued (my internet searches on how to make sheet specimens invariably suggests
this is the best way, mainly because it is reversible and if necessary the
underside of specimens can be looked at. Likewise when framing or mounting
works on paper, methods that can be ‘undone’ are preferred to those that are
irreversible, such as gluing down the whole work or object). Great care in
handling the specimens is required to ensure the sometimes very old plants do
not become damaged, and each specimen in wrapped in archival tissue, so that
any loose pieces or escaped seeds are contained and can be placed in the little
glassine bags attached to many of the sheets.
Eucalyptus Rudis Endl. |
Eucalyptus Rudis Endl. |
Wahlenbergia, Swan River |
Wahlenbergia, Swan River |
Sitting in the herbarium I recall a
particular diary entry written in Fremantle, his first Australian stop. It
reminds me that even those in pursuit of scientific knowledge have moments of creative
reflection on the job. And, I think to myself, he must have been right handed:
One of the unique characteristics of the
plants of New Holland is that the beautiful shapes and colours of the flowers reveal
themselves to the observer only when he views them carefully at close quarters.
So, too, the richness and variety of the flora in all is splendor do not strike
the eye till you are close up. The cheerless grey-green changed to the most
varied shades of green…. Mingled with brilliant flowers of every kind, in
untold numbers.
I am inclined to explain this peculiarity
of the landscape of New Holland by comparing it with a painter’s palette, set
with the most brilliant colours, which appear only as blurred grey when all
these paints are mixed together. The same may hold for all the countless
different colours of the leaves and flowers here.
I roamed around this world of colour as if
intoxicated… As I approached the hill the native flora became more and more
familiar: Hakea… Eucalyptus, Acacia.
Familiar species all, they gave me friendly greeting, and even Hugelia (now Trachymene coerulea) reached up to me in kinship with its lovely
blue flowers. For the first time in years—long painful years—I lived for an hour
in the full delight of the moment. In my left hand I held an enormous bunch of
beautiful blooms while my right was gathering ever more new varieties.
The sun had set, and only the fact that I
could no longer clearly distinguish the colours reminded me of where I was and
that I must turn for home…. When I looked at my flowers, such a variety of them
and so beautiful, I realized that there was no one for me to bring them to. I
let them drop from my hand and sadly climbed the nearest hill to find my way back.
(p. 23-4 Baron Charles von Hügel, New Holland Journal November 1833—October 1834, Translated and edited by Dymphna Clark.)
(p. 23-4 Baron Charles von Hügel, New Holland Journal November 1833—October 1834, Translated and edited by Dymphna Clark.)
View across to the Museum Quartier |
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