gardens

2004-2005 (probably)

Lights? Candles? Flowers? Gardens? I’m not sure. I probably thought of one or the other—or all of them—at different points while making these. The name came later, as they often do.

Some feel like continuations—Gardens 0, for instance, seems to flow out of the Swirls. Others point ahead—Gardens 9with its bolted wood pieces feels like a sketch for the later Words pieces. Gardens 7 has words too, though half-hidden. And Gardens 8? That one feels like I’m just standing there, looking out at a garden. Not painting one. Just standing.

There’s no system here. Just the slow accumulation of moments—layers, textures, small decisions, and the occasional surprise when the whole thing turns out to be something I wasn’t expecting.