There is poetry in the little things,
there is poetry in imperfection,
there is poetry in the moment of exploration.
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
― Louise Erdrich
Today I needed an inspiration for the grey moments in Brussels. As much as I sometimes don't like sitting in front of the computer, it can produce things, which in the long run are having a nourishing effect on the soul.
You might think "What a pity - I don't have a garden!" But here you go! You don't need one.
This one is built of a beetroot coulis with quinoa, courgette purée and a little bit of thyme and basil. A delicious healthy garden, which can come from the tiniest of kitchens.
During the dull winter months I find it all the more enlightening to try out new things.
How about a tiny garden in a flower pot? This one has been birthing a porcelain bud.
There are all kinds of possibilities to be your own gardener in Brussels.
Winter is now approaching on fast feet. Colors in the garden are becoming festive or mute or both and we will soon begin to focus more on our well-being inside of the house.
I am creating a new collection of poetic artworks inspired by nature to reconnect to the intimate garden inside of myself.
Le sable, le plus petit dénominateur commun d'un rocher? Le bac à sable - le plus petit dénominateur d'un désert, d'une plage? synonyme de l'enfance, du jeu, de l'insouciance?
A l'age adulte, nous aimons toujours la plage, le sable, même le désert qui nous transporte vers l'infini et qui nous vide de nos idées. Le jardin Zen, un bac à sable pour adultes, pour les gens qui aiment s'évader dans leur pensées ou surtout sans. Ainsi nait un nouveau projet en devenir.
Recently I went to visit the Garden of the Villa d'Este in Tivoli. It was in early June but already the heat was talking loudly. What a blessing then to walk within this poetic display of splendid fountains and to drop my hand here and there into the glistening cool wet. Water is nourishing our bodies and souls, especially when it is not falling out of the grey sky too often (as is the case in Belgium). The sound of a fountain, the reflection of the clouds in a pond, the gurgling of a small water stream - maybe these are sensations you are missing in your Garden?
I love to think about gardens as an intimate Sanctuary. Where do we feel more in contact with our true selves than in nature? Breathing in the oxygenated damp air of a forest, walking through dew glistening grass in the morning and lying down in the midst of a perfumed meadow … peace is entering us.
Some people and among them landscape architects and designers, are saying that gardens are not nature. I don’t agree.
Gardens might be a creation of men and therefore not natural but they are still a piece of nature, just as humans and animals are nature also. We are all from the same origin, all one family of sorts.
Most people don’t have immediate access to « true » nature. Where is it to find anyway? It might be thousands of kilometers away.
Of course untouched nature has a very special effect on us. Maybe a reconnection or a recognition takes place on a very deep level? I don’t know.
For me it counts to connect to places, which at least evoke the natural world. Gardens, which are very cleanly designed, don’t inspire me.
That does not mean that the structure of a garden should not be carefully designed and executed.
I like it when plants are looking as if they enjoy themselves and I may watch them playing. Then I can forget myself for a moment or two. I can marvel at the delicate beauty of a meadow perennial, or watch a butterfly getting drunk on flowers. These are small moments of joy to collect and knit together to a happiness coat.
A garden can be designed in ways to create moments of joy similar to those we experienced as children when the world was pure wonder. Actually - the world is still an amazing wonder and we can always keep the experience of our child eyes awake.