Little Green Laboratory of Creativity

As I’ve wrote in a previous post, my mind is that Nature is the best maker of Beauty.
It would be interesting to reflect – and maybe I’ll do in a next post – about that Nature creates Beauty following only functional, not aesthetic, criteria.

A place where I often experience this is my garden home.

It’s a small garden, L-shaped and located at the southwest corner of the house. In the past, was the garden of my father. He dedicated to it the evening time – and I with him – when he returned from his clerk work.
After his death, for a long time I have not taken care of the garden, letting the weeds covered it – I found the little wild flowers had a certain charme –. So, the weeds choked flowers and, in turn, choked themselves. The parasites thrived.

One day I looked out my window, and I realized that the garden was fading, with to the memory of my father. Then I started pulling weeds and cleaning the garden and although I had no experience of gardening, my father’s  garden slowly, first reappeared, then became my garden. Now is a different garden, based on a different concept and with some different plants but in it I find the spirit of my father.

I choose plants according to their simple beauty and place them, according to the daylight best for them and the colour combinations. Sometimes it works, sometimes not. Nature often takes my ideas and change for the better. Then I take off whatever disturbs the natural development and the result is always very interesting.

At evening, between the sunset and the twilight, I sit and look at the garden in silence – I placed a small Japanese maple, so that the last sun beam shines it -. Sometimes I take inspiration from the garden, drawing flowers or taking notes about colours.

Learning from Nature, teacher of Beauty.

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About liviusnotes

Architect, Graphic Illustrator, Drawing Teacher, Gentleman.
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2 Responses to Little Green Laboratory of Creativity

  1. Laura says:

    Che bella questa di immagine di te che coltivi il giardino un tempo coltivato da tuo padre: facendolo coltivi anche la sua memoria. E’ come se lui avesse lasciato una parte di sé dentro di te. Credo che quando una persona cara se ne va, lascia sempre una pezzo di sé dentro di noi: qualcosa che si manifesta in noi solo “dopo” e che ce la fa sentire vicina. Mi ricordo di tuo padre: credo fossimo andati al primo sopraluogo ad Urago d’Oglio (quanto tempooooo!). Sembra ieri e invece…

  2. liviusnotes says:

    Invece è stato 14 anni fa. Mi fa davvero piacere che ti ricordi di mio padre. Non è la prima volta che qualcuno me lo dice: mio padre aveva/ha la curiosa pecularietà di essere ricordato a distanza di tempo, anche da coloro che l’hanno incontrato in una sola occasione. Riguardo al “coltivare la memoria”, la cosa che, nel mio caso, più mi colpisce non è il “coltivare lo stesso giardino” (da questo punto di vista, non è una prosecuzione, perché il giardino ora è un po’ cambiato), quanto il “ripetere gli stessi gesti”. In questo, io vivo la conservazione della memoria.

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