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CENTRAL PARK
Extract
from Mannisi Alban , Landscape proposal, 1997-1998
in 'The city,
the garden, the memory', Ed. Villa Medicis, 2000
The need to stay in a place as an
organizer as well as a stranger to the observed object, only being and not
feeling the burden of well-done work anymore. Plus, the urge to overhaul a
place without using a vague reflex that would handicap both my conception of
the landscape and my pleasure of being in this future place.
The site : the back of a
private garden, a long american-style rectangle of lawn without any real end,
except for the neighbors' heterogeneous creations. Abandoned border, causing
the uneasiness of not being home even before being nearby. A waste.
My landscape imperative : that
before any quaint attempt, I do work to preserve that sight I had when standing
stiff on the lawn. That uncertain sight of the neighbors'
absurd creations. Lacking in charm, I would'nt part with it.
Needing time to enjoy landscapes, a
slow and silent adequacy to endless details helping a concerned intimacy with
these places that I preserve for me alone, and that still feed me. Therefore, I
wouldn't have imagined consolidating the missing garden border by that rigid
trowel reflex that would remove the sight of this landscape I wish to cherich
as the one through which I grew old.
Then
reinforcing the feeling of soothing comfort, of feeling home, even at the far
end of one's piece of land, without being on the alert from the neighbor's
lurking look, who?s become a pain. Remaining relaxed everywhere without having
to snuggle in a shadow. Seeking?
I've read
the Robert Smithson interview with Alison Sky [?] From Robert Smithson words,
I've remembered this image : that a hole, possible foundation of a
building or used for plantation, shows us the future building or vegetation.
That the intermediate stages templates we perceive on building sites are
anchored in ourselves.
My border
was born. By digging all along this border following an eventful line, in order
to lead the walker to different standpoints, being sometimes ahead, sometimes
at the very heart of those havens of silence.
from Mannisi Alban , Landscape proposal, 1997-1998
in 'The city,
the garden, the memory', Ed. Villa Medicis, 2000
The need to stay in a place as an
organizer as well as a stranger to the observed object, only being and not
feeling the burden of well-done work anymore. Plus, the urge to overhaul a
place without using a vague reflex that would handicap both my conception of
the landscape and my pleasure of being in this future place.
The site : the back of a
private garden, a long american-style rectangle of lawn without any real end,
except for the neighbors' heterogeneous creations. Abandoned border, causing
the uneasiness of not being home even before being nearby. A waste.
My landscape imperative : that
before any quaint attempt, I do work to preserve that sight I had when standing
stiff on the lawn. That uncertain sight of the neighbors'
absurd creations. Lacking in charm, I would'nt part with it.
Needing time to enjoy landscapes, a
slow and silent adequacy to endless details helping a concerned intimacy with
these places that I preserve for me alone, and that still feed me. Therefore, I
wouldn't have imagined consolidating the missing garden border by that rigid
trowel reflex that would remove the sight of this landscape I wish to cherich
as the one through which I grew old.
Then
reinforcing the feeling of soothing comfort, of feeling home, even at the far
end of one's piece of land, without being on the alert from the neighbor's
lurking look, who?s become a pain. Remaining relaxed everywhere without having
to snuggle in a shadow. Seeking?
I've read
the Robert Smithson interview with Alison Sky [?] From Robert Smithson words,
I've remembered this image : that a hole, possible foundation of a
building or used for plantation, shows us the future building or vegetation.
That the intermediate stages templates we perceive on building sites are
anchored in ourselves.
My border
was born. By digging all along this border following an eventful line, in order
to lead the walker to different standpoints, being sometimes ahead, sometimes
at the very heart of those havens of silence.
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