Vegetable Resistances by Ana Bloom

EDEN or not

Ahhh The garden, 
this defined, infinite space,
this place where I come to reconnect with my artistic time, 
the time of creation.

When human life draws me into other rhythms and urges me to act in this or that way,
The rhythm of the garden imposes that of the Cosmos. 
It calms and soothes me. 
I come to lay down my overflow of human emotions.
In the hollow of the trees lie my greatest sorrows.

Nature is generous, it asks for nothing in return, 
It absorbs, it transforms, it oxygenates, it regenerates. 
If I find a river there, I gladly lie in its bed, 
If it is a pond, I dive in until I touch its bottom.

In the city 
They are often public, 
Sometimes centuries-old trees are present. 
I know some of them better than others.
With those, I sometimes find refuge. 
With the rhythm of the seasons and the blooms,
I come to greet them.

If it is a gardener's garden, 
I glean the fruits of another's thoughts there, 
Sometimes from another era 
Or from unknown territories.
These imagined places are, in my eyes, potential spaces, 
Poetic or infernal playgrounds. 
Attempt to bring order to a Universe that always escapes us, 
Sketch of a link between origin and evolution

When I photograph a garden,
It is the perspectives drawn by the gardener that guide my framing. 
The plants, the animals, the inhabitants who impose distance on me and dictate my focal length. 
The light that tells me when to return to better see the hidden side of things.
It is the temperature that imprints in me the colors that I will later develop and apply like a modern painter on digital and paper media.
As for emotions, 
Between calm and delight,
They create the incident that will trigger everything…

In the gardens of Arnaud MAURIÈRES and Eric OSSART, one does not feel at ease in the pathways! 
The subject is thorny,
This generous nature does not offer itself without pricking a little, 
To rest there I will have to show a white paw, 
Once inside the perspectives, everything gets better, their design becomes clearer 
And that is no small thing!

In my real garden lies my most secret garden, 
my quest for Harmony.
space in constant motion, 
metaphor and Utopia of a man who, like the restlessness of the soul,
will never be able to fully rest on his laurels...
within a garden.

Ana BLOOM