Walking into a garden in the early spring, your senses heighten in the heavy fog of an emerging dawn, or in the twilight hour of an oncoming nightfall. You can feel the cool, misty air on your skin and the rich scent of the moist soil adorned with the patchwork of last year’s foliage. Still bare branches intertwine to form a mesmerizing web, and as you gaze into this hypnotizing lacework, your mind gently goes blank. You feel captivated by this intangible beauty and for a moment become one with your surroundings. As you merge with the garden, the fear of death disappears, as the death itself ceases to be, and all three is — is nothing but an endless transformation cycle into the different forms of matter. You can almost sense what it is to be a moss, a speck of dust, or a green sprout boldly reaching for the sun.
Being one with the garden is an extraordinary feeling of seeing no beauty or ugliness, knowing no good or evil, and experiencing a pure state of being, in its absolute fullness.
Curator: Polina Kuznetsova
