Surrealists have a particular take on gardens. Sometimes it's a sexy take, sometimes it's more plane disturbing. Gardens have an eerie smoothness, or inaccurate lighting. Grotesque gnomes with hidden secrets and objets with high insurance values look askance at art-washed functional items.
These approved items belong to the Guggenheim collection (Peggy, Venice). Despite being a proper garden space, most of the artwork (even where it claims to be things like enchanted forests) is defiantly non-representational, although here and there it does veer off the canonical and into something a little more bright.
These surrealists came from another space; younger, less canon. The gardens they are building have the temporary feeling of fast-erected tents, pavilions without the curtain-wall of the canon.
But this style of art, this deep-dive into the mists and shadows has elements shared with the gardener; of digging/revealing or contructing/depicting. Of assembling/appropriating or changing/building. Of finding the dreamer in the garden and not awakening her.
These approved items belong to the Guggenheim collection (Peggy, Venice). Despite being a proper garden space, most of the artwork (even where it claims to be things like enchanted forests) is defiantly non-representational, although here and there it does veer off the canonical and into something a little more bright.
These surrealists came from another space; younger, less canon. The gardens they are building have the temporary feeling of fast-erected tents, pavilions without the curtain-wall of the canon.
But this style of art, this deep-dive into the mists and shadows has elements shared with the gardener; of digging/revealing or contructing/depicting. Of assembling/appropriating or changing/building. Of finding the dreamer in the garden and not awakening her.
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