Here are some pictures of our garden. I am super thrilled with her growth and the bees its invited. For someone who thought the earth was too complicated for me to understand; someone who killed every cactus plant, this garden has given me so much love and accepted my failures and provided me with surprises and resilience in times I thought the garden was solely dependent on me.
The collaboration with the rain, the insects, the worms, the sunshine, my caretaking and the birds have helped let go and learn to reciprocate give and take.
With lockdown looming over my practice and the uncertainty of the future of my painting practice, the processual garden has brought me a sense of stability and resilience. For the most part of the lockdown, I was looking to the garden as my canvas, my pitchfork, spade and hands as my brushes and the plants- my figurative beings.
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