Garden visits

I have been so fortunate to visit a series of beautiful gardens around the world in 2013: A river garden in Geneva (Switzerland), forest gardens in Copenhagen (Denmark), Mildam (Netherlands), and Berlin (Germany), as well as forests and agrarian gardens as far away as New Zealand.

My visits have resulted in an expanding selection of garden series, which will be exhibited in select galleries in Denmark, the Netherlands and Switzerland in 2013/2014. A selection of these will published in ARKIPELAGET, Pamflet #6 & 7 in collaboration with Edition After Hand. Also in the works is a limited edition art book on the Aire River, which will be available in 2015.

Remember the future

While working on my paper for IFLA 50 I stumbled upon Mexican novellist Carlos Fuentes and his wonderful writings, which were originally introduced to me in a brilliant lecture given by Georges Descombes in Sheffield in 2011.

In Fuentes last publication before he died, he wrote eloquently about past, present and future and in doing so turned previous conceptions about time, change and memory upside down:

Remembering the future. Imagining the past. This is a way of saying that, now that the past is irreversible and the future uncertain, men and women remain alone with the scenery of today if they want to represent the past and the future. The human past is called Memory. The human future is called Desire. Both come together in the present, where we remember, where we yearn […] We ought to imagine the past so the future, when it arrives, also can be remembered […]

Carlos Fuentes, La gran novela latinoamericana / The Great Latin American Novel, 2011

Sounds of artificial nature I

For some time now I have been listening a great deal to Australian composer Ben Frost who is now reciding in Iceland. His music is nature and weather incarnated:

BY THE THROAT plunges into a dense, dark and threatening network of subterranean galleries… If ‘Theory Of Machines’ was the sound of engineering gone wrong, By The Throat is that of nature shutting down, bringing all life forms down in its fall.” –The Milk Factory

His music doesn’t pulsate or tick – it flows and merges. It’s the sound of clenching and  unclenching, of tension and release… Sounds are fed, sustained and brought to slaughter… If nature is a playground to Sigur Rós, then to Ben Frost it’s a battlefield.” –Grapevine