|'Chiare, fresche et dolci acque' (Clear, fresh, sweet water) – opening line of a poem by Petrarch – surround a fountain.|
Of all the things I could write about – including Watts' clever artwork from salvage and deft plantings – it is her use of words in the garden I'll remember. The translucent box enclosing a fountain at the top of this post is one. Etched on the panels are words from Poem 126 of Il Canzoniere (The Songbook) by Francesco Petrarch – the first stanza appears on a scrim curtain in the arbor below.
|Behind the poetry, a sculpture composed of salvaged lathed wood looks like a snow-draped Gothic castle.|
|Love the marriage of straight and jagged in this carefully composed stone tapestry.|
|Perpetuating the fiction that I am alone in the garden. Pay no attention to the 49 other garden bloggers behind the curtain.|
Another imaginative salvage with a literary bent – the carriage lights below, papered with extracts from Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, emit a soft, yellow light after dark.
|Similar lights in the front garden feature strong but simple brush drawings of insects.|
|Scarcely legible as text, the movie poster's Roman-style lettering applied here is a great mash-up of pop and culture.|