The Table in the Garden
It could be different… There will always be “a different” choice than the one to combine an element with another, to add a comma or a full stop, to follow one road or another. The questions that arise are: where do you stop and act? how do you make a choice when faced with an infinity of possibilities and combinations? how do you decide that this nail needs to be hammered into this table? Towards a table that my thoughts are headed to.
A history made up of travels that left their mark on us and grew in time overlapping each other as the lenses of a movie projector, turning thoughts into a projection substance materialized through acts. Never ending travels flowing from one into another. The people. We found people in a long round house near an old orchard and a river. And we kept on talking to them.
The place. The place is one of those places that we walked by without knowing it… that we still walk by without knowing it, even less so understand it. A tear in the sky towards the horizon, a regular circular enclosure on the highest peak in the area where all four fields, the villages and the Dniester river are visible until they become the blue smoke in the farthest distance. The place is called Gamma Plain.
The connection. It was a travel that researches one of this people’s “great travels” to the Gulag in Siberia or to other uncharted lands filled with coldness. The millstone. In a garage-built house with a garden people are planning to plant a garden.
The table. We planted a garden and we placed a table in it. The only physical elements that attest to the presence of this process. Two reasons need to be discussed: the walnut - tree and shade for the man and the table – a centre of focus and attraction for the forces that the man is made of. Taken from one garden and moved into another, they dream to awaken a lost continuity, an upturned life.
The walnut trees came from garden to garden to connect a rootless element to its root. This way, the six saplings and a handful of walnuts received as gifts from another garden will become the connection to the place, the village and with time. And the table is to become a speck under the shade of a walnut tree. It is where we are going to sit a long-awaited person to talk to and with whom, remember people, places and times. The shape, material or what is on the table no longer matter. We can’t remember the details. We remember the recollected people and memories.