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  • garden’s drawings

    MAY of ’22

    Spontaneous thoughts on plan[t]s ambiguity

    You build a garden.

    Slowly.

    In phases.

    [A masterplan does not capture the situation, the adventure of this endeavor. It represents, perhaps, an ideal moment of itself].

    You let a garden grow.

    You water it and take care of it.

    Time goes by and some grow and some break.

    In the time the garden grows, you grow.

    You learn, you evolve, you change and even change ideas.

    You do something else.

    A garden is our small -full of discounts- attempt to bring nature into the city.

    When you’re in nature, you feel spontaneous [TAO].

    You spontaneously connect with the earth and you are released.

    The garden is the reminder of this possibility that you have to feel free.

    A garden wants to break the linearity of the person who made it.

    It wants to confuse you so that you get lost… so that you can be found.

    Not as a labyrinthine maze but as a state of exhortation, not to rush, to find the exit.

    The floor plan that came out of necessity, as long as a scroll, was not drawn linearly.

    They’ll read it in that way too.

    Some from left to right.

    Others from the opposite direction.

    From top to bottom.

    Like a plough, ploughing

    But it was written differently!

    The drawings went in and touched each other.

    Even a little bit, at the edges.

    Maybe they wanted them to touch more.

    But how do you spontaneously make a palimpsest?

    Because the palimpsest would dissolve boundaries and axes.

    It would be a sense, one on top of the other…

    A garden is a garden you enjoy both blooming and withered.

    .

    To draw it, they say, not ideally, but in all its seasons.

    Like putting rice papers of herbarium, over the leaves and flowers, and then – rice papers – over the top and sketching out their wear and tear with a pencil.

    The garden you build.

    We said it.

    You’re laying the foundation for your aspirations, I guess.

    And then the garden goes ahead and does its own thing.

    If you force it to be what you want it to be, it’ll always be yours.

    If you let it breathe, you’ll be it.

    It wants you to trust it.

    …they say you should leave the big plan in the rain!

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