Enter the Garden
Secret Garden is a collection of texts, walks, a memoir of encounters and tiny details - a diary of hidden life of a certain garden in Brussels. It is non-linear, non-logical, easy to get lost in and a bit chaotic. It is a fractal of secrts and findings - will you discover something for yourself? Is it a hidden gem? Is it an illusion? Is it a rabbit hole?
Cherry Dragon is the loudest tree of the Garden - it speaks directly to your heart. Come, let`s hear the stories of the Dragons and leaves - it has surprises on its mossy branches.
Elf Pathway
Elves dwell in this parth of the Secret Garden. Could you spot one here? Enter in to the labyrinth of elves and maybe they will share some magic to you...dark or white, not sure though...
Singing Willow
Willow brings us together and sings the sad songs, have you already heard herstory?
Vines vines vines
In the end it is all about vines. They make it all green and plushy and covered. What do wines say? Enter to chat with those ever moving fellas!
Snow
Snow is the only presence that removes this green - turns it into white. For some greens white is good for some not so. How do you feel about snow? Desperate? Happy? Melancholic?
Simply jungle
Here everything became a jungle. Have you ever been in a spiralling forest? floor, branches, trees, paths - all spirals here, up and down, down and up. All is a jungle of spirals. A dancefloor? A danger? A puzzle?
Wild garlic
At certain time of a year wild garlic (AIL DES OURS - bear`s garlic, in French) becomes the king of the Secret Garden. It is everywhere, and the smell follows you with the wind...
Edges
As any other place, Secret Garden has edges. Edges ask questions, limit, make you feel human and separate. Edges make me think of ancient Sumer gardens. It seems like these people were the first ones who invented enclosed nature (literally) or Gardens (Guarded Edens?)
Humidity
Water (invisibly) is present all the time in the garden. Wildness absorbs water, greenery protects the wetness of the land and the earth is moist. Spongy almost, lush, soft, moving...there is a story about an invisible underground beek (source of water, Dutch) running under the garden.
Eyes of trees
Did you see the eyes of trees? Did you notice the expressions? Some portraits of Secret garden trees watching you, here.
Land art
Our Gifts to Secret Garden (but does it really need them?)
My gifts
From a secret Garden
Human, not-so-human, more-than-human
This Garden is an ongoing research. What is our relationship - what all around us, where human finds him/her/their self? How to relate? Quest for other logics, quest for multiplicity - as we project from different points - we maybe get the focal point less human...what is human? what is a Garden? How do we relate to the world around us?
Forms of relations exist independently of our will - we relate because we live, maybe we are more a relation, an accomodation, a holobionth, an ecology that self.
Where are the limits of self and the beginning of the Other?
How the Garden continues my body?
How my body interacts with the environment?
What is really environment - how the sensorial landscape paints itself?
Practice of being camera: eco-somatic observation
Claiming the landscape