Probably the most satisfying aspect of working as a gardener at the IMA is to be present at the intersection of art and nature. Not just being able to cruise the galleries indoors, or seeing some sculpture in the gardens; but bit by bit creating new art experiences – at least in my head. And that is where art starts forming, as the mind combines the previously unrelated.
Ooooo, the blog is getting a little too deep and self-consciously artsy.
Who said something about art being either plagiarism or genius? In the horticulture trade, one of the first things a gardener learns is to borrow and adapt what others do. A good gardener gives proper credit when told, “That is a nice plant combination.” So, John Teramoto, Marty Krause, Annette Schlagenhauff (am I forgetting anyone?) – thank you for the exhibit Lay of the Land.
The exhibit combining Asian and Western art prints and poetry, set me to thinking about how often images in the galleries, or music and poetry cause me to recall some beautiful place I’ve experienced. Nice memories and feelings …. trying to capture the bliss of the moment.
So as Autumn brings another season to a close, I offer some images and poems, with apologies to the artists, that reminded this gardener of the promise and beauty of Spring as compensation for labors…
The corn is baking in blue smoke,
Pickled tomato is piled ready on my plate,
And the chrysocolla of a young cedar branch is close.
Yet the breakfast that should be calm and enjoyable
makes me uneasy.
I’m worried about the manure I threw yesterday
From the horsecart and left on the slope.
Kenji Miyazawa 1896-1933