Room on the edges
It happens little by little, the elimination of spaces where nature can express herself, where I can express myself. Everything becomes against the rules, illegal, unaccepted, wrong. Landscapes — and peoplescapes — become master-planned to death. Lawns lay dead with chemicals, however green they appear. Cities lay fallow without art, however robust city halls want to make them sound (it is almost a year later now and I think there is still a “committee” trying to decide if there should be public art for these walls and more). Everything requires plans, approvals. There is so little room left for experimentation. Expression. Imagination.