‘You won’t to be too reserved when writing about the garden, I hope,’ the artist-gardener says to me. The witty space certainly invites exploration and surprise rather than restrained politeness, as encapsulated by two galvanised watering cans, their spouts resembling a pair of exultant trumpets or the barrels of shotguns pointing towards the visitor, with the words ‘This is not an attack’ embossed on a lead panel set in the brick plinth beneath.
The gardener has been painting and thinking about gardens for most of her life, culminating in this place, where each word, symbol and arrangement of objects is laden with meaning. Of her many inﬂuences, it is the late poet and gardener Ian Hamilton Finlay and Little Sparta, his garden in the Pentland Hills in Scotland, that has shown her that gardens can be places of provocation as well as repose.
She began her garden, near Oxford, in the early 1980s, when it had ‘nothing to inspire or save’, but, over time, this blank canvas prompted ideas of space and form. Today, fences clothed in ivy have become vertical lawns, a tiny tuft of green between stone slabs has a sign that reads ‘Chamomile Lawn’, and the word ‘lawn’ is sandblasted onto glass and attached to the gate; all playful takes on this common garden element.
A winding path changes our perception of the garden’s dimensions, making it appear larger than it is, with the apposite Latin inscription, ‘Ambulando solvitur?’ (‘It is solved by walking?’) upon a stone plinth.
Numerous visits to Italian gardens such as Villa La Pietra outside Florence, the garden of the late painter and art collector Arthur Acton, encouraged her to pay close attention to the way that works of art are placed within a green space. However, the fascination with words and the ideas they provoke came from her 16-year-long artistic association with Little Sparta. Her response has been to carve isolated words into materials such as stone, wood and glass. Some words have multiple meanings, some morph into others; for example, the word ‘hearth’, placed at the garden’s centre, evokes hear, heart, earth, art.
The influence of Little Sparta is acknowledged in a seeming jumble of letters and numbers carved out of oak; it is, in fact, the postcode of Ian Hamilton Finlay’s garden: ML11 8NG.
The Cow Mead allotments in Oxford, ‘a place I passed for years on the bus’, provided the next source of creative inspiration in 2012. ‘I wasn’t so much interested in the plants, but I wanted to capture the diversity of sheds, and their unique position as places of both necessity and invention,’ she says.
Out of this came her latest three-dimensional works of paper abstract reliefs, with their raised tapestry texture and interplay of light and shade. She enjoyed the untamed allotment edges, ‘about the only place you can be sure to see wild flowers these days’, and encouraged self-seeding plants such as herb robert and enchanter’s nightshade, their itinerant nature holding the garden together.
There is a vertically planted wall with the words ‘the allotment holder’, and along the top of the neat wooden shed is a fitting quote from the final chapter of Voltaire’s Candide, ‘Il faut cultiver notre jardin’, meaning that, after everything, the best thing we can do is cultivate our garden.
Orientation – The garden is west facing, long and very narrow, intersected by a winding path linking the house to an artist’s studio.
Soil type – The soil was light, sandy and poor but has been regularly improved by manure and mulch, with plants being given a liquid feed throughout the growing season.
Special features – An artist’s small, town garden with around 40 works of art created over three decades.