A succession of wooden frames welcomes the visitor and takes him on a unique journey.
Gathered in a plant vortex, the structure sucks us in and guides us to discover the garden. Once penetrated, the frames create the atmospheres, the shadows on the ground form solids and voids, re ects of the framework. The play of lights gives rhythm to the course, transforming the landscape at each bend.
The succession of wooden frames is rhythmic like the penny and malleable of the accordion. In its center, the garden invades the structure, turns it upside down: disorients. The sky becomes the ground, we lose our bearings in the face of this upset environment. The frames have turned, carried away by the climbers hanging from the uprights.
The structure is garden.
Like a watercourse coiled in its meanders, the “architectural river” appears, sometimes majestic, sometimes drowned in the thickness of the foliage.
The garden stages the structure or is it the reverse?
The more or less close frames define the views, direct the gaze, open onto the garden or conceal it, leading us through a sensory experience.
On one side, an expanse of aromatics seems to penetrate the structure; we see them, we feel them, we touch them until we are overwhelmed. On the other hand, a flowering meadow of nectariferous plants attracts many butterflies and pollinating insects. The innumerable plants, with shapes, textures and colors subtly associated, play with the wind and the light, transport smells, produce sounds.
The garden is alive.
By crossing it, we soak up all that it provides. It awakens our senses: taste, smell, sight, hearing, touch – but not only. It transports us, opens us to a multitude of sensations and emotions. It questions us, challenges us, awakens us.
The garden is sweet.
Large expanses of perennials and grasses undulate with the remodeled soil. The topography of the garden punctuates the walk, leans on the structure. We climb slightly to then descend, transforming our point of view: gradually the plants are at eye level. We then discover a hidden side of the garden. We observe what is happening under the foliage, soaking up the smells we let ourselves caress the flowers, crumple the leaves to release their powerful aroma.
The garden gives life to the object, the object then structures the garden.
