Presenting a digital reflection of an idea as my gardening mission progresses. A piece from the 'I want to make a garden and yet I am so far from it' series.
As my constant explorative excitement continues to absorb bits and pieces of my other plans, I need to create a constructive space for both ends to meet.
I want to make a garden and yet I am so far from it is a personal wip I started in early 2020. A part of it is a continuation of my previous subject concerning speculative hybridization combined with the question: "Why do I get emotionally moved from experiencing the richness of anyone's garden?". Because I appreciate the craftsmanship? Or the wild spirited lack or it. It is human nature to travel with eyes around the roots and leaves. To experience it at one's own pace without being told what to feel. I enjoy that charming moment.
So what exists amid this nature? The robotica, insect shells, otherly beings, particles. To differentiate a shell from a shell, and a machine form from a machine form, one is meant to be present, to see it freshly, rather than quickly interpreting it and being distracted. A self projection nonetheless.
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