The garden remains my chosen métier. While I am rarely there, of late, it is the foundation of my life and the origin of my practice. Being in the garden makes me feel most like myself. My first plot was a small allotment within my mother's garden deeded to my exclusive care. Sorrel, an herbaceous perennial that delighted with its unexpected sour taste, was my favorite thing to grow there. In the past 25 years since I left that garden, I've cultivated many others, often in cities where an enclosed space, or hortus conclusus, provides a respite from the world beyond. Gardens have also served as places where relationships flourish as we tend to the site around us. For me, making, maintaining, and inhabiting gardens go hand in hand. We meet in the garden and attend to the life that it sustains. It is a place that is never static.
