Kat Menschik opens the gates to her garden, unleashing a wild flood of images bursting with energy, wit and an astounding range of styles.
Snails, feathered parrot tulips, fire-bellied toads, blue liverwort, grass snakes bleeding fake blood, and countless other plants, animals, flowers, shrubs, grasses and hedges – nature abounds all year round behind the gates of Kat Menschik’s garden. Isn’t it a bit presumptuous to try and tame it to cultivate a real garden?
Yes, but it’s also an endeavor that encompasses everything you could possibly hope for, from devastating early disappointments to minor intermediate triumphs to major satisfaction.
The garden is like a family member. We invest a lot of energy, work and, above all, love in it. We’re able to experience the garden’s development. We make mistakes. There are setbacks. We learn; we start over. We fight. But we can’t imagine life without it. The garden is a free spirit with a strong personality and it makes us happy.
