{"id":963,"date":"2023-12-27T23:55:48","date_gmt":"2023-12-27T23:55:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mercedescastrocorbat.com\/?page_id=963"},"modified":"2024-01-26T02:42:52","modified_gmt":"2024-01-26T02:42:52","slug":"la-imposibilidad-de-mantener-un-jardin","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mercedescastrocorbat.com\/en\/proyectos\/la-imposibilidad-de-mantener-un-jardin\/","title":{"rendered":"The impossibility of maintaining a garden"},"content":{"rendered":"
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To have a garden is to be possessed by a garden, the place of rendezvous, of unfolding, witness of continuous metamorphoses. Garden time was being relegated. A series of x-rays foreshadowed this moment, showing the inevitable. Arthritis became an obstacle to the gardener's hands and a green light for the garden to declare its freedom. I drew and painted like a Darwinian naturalist, while the vague memory of a book read many years ago flitted through my memory.
The text was imposed with necessity.\u00a0<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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\u201cHans Castorp saw what he should have already expected, but which, in short, is not made for <\/em>be seen by man, and which he would never have believed he could see: he looked into his own <\/em>grave. He saw the future of decay, he saw it prefigured by the force of light, he saw the <\/em>flesh in which he lived, decomposed, annihilated, dissolved in a non-existent fog, and in <\/em>the middle of it the carefully chiseled skeleton of his right hand, around <\/em>whose ring finger, the ring, from his grandfather, floated black and ugly: a hard object of this earth with which man adorns his body, which is destined to disappear, so\u00a0<\/em>that, once free, he goes to another flesh that may take him a new period of time... and for the first time in his life he understood that he was destined to die.'\u00a0 <\/em>Mann, Thomas. The magic mountain.\u00a0<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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