The garden, my garden, working in it and grubbing in the soil. Especially looking at how nature behaves, also after my interventions.

The ever repeating rhythm of decay and bloom, the systematic structures in every leaf and plant cell is a perpetual fascinating process.

Even as a young city girl I used to collect little twigs, berries and petals, which I kept in a peculiar drawn herbarium. I tried to recreate this mysterious world to get a better understanding of the world around me.

And still I can't help but to behold that same petal, seed, rootage or flower over and over again in amazement. But now I know that by manipulating and classifying the dead and living nature I commit myself intimately to the world that surrounds me.