The Éguilles Garden
A marriage between the natural and artificial
It is a garden of atmosphere, where one goes, where one comes. Garden of silence in the heart of the village. Wild. But also tamed. The cohabitation of works, a hundred, and plants is the artist’s main concern. Vegetation is responsible for partitioning spaces where the works are hidden.
"Repaired" trees, blue, dressed in imaginary foliage. We enter into the wonderful. Plants imitate works, which by friendship grant them a certain resemblance.
They are not there by chance and choose their place when the time comes. It could be the kingdom of snails who, having disappeared without leaving an address, have left their shells there.
And the well-ordered shells, stuck in tight rows on iron rods, balloons, wire netting give rise to a whole collection of poetic constructions that play with lightness with the plant world.
Elsewhere, books have given their pages to art. For years they have been aging, worked by rain, sun, and wind. They become wood again in all simplicity.
Here, things are obvious. Obvious because they are hollowed out, emptied of the superfluous, elementary, made as accurately as possible. Nature around her does the same, she appears there and not there, she has her reasons and the works adjust.
