May 18, 2017 – Tonight we had the extraordinary pleasure of seeing the Eden Garden from the water. We’d been anticipating this journey for a couple of years, ever since the Giardino project called to us during our last joint visit to Venice, in 2015. What we wanted, we agreed, was to travel in a boat down the canal to the west of the Giardino, and then out into the Lagoon to the south of the Giardino, so that we could experience the Eden Garden’s sounds, scents and greenery from the most Venetian of all means of access: water.
Indeed, it was on the waters — while he was being floated in a gondola — that Frederick Eden made the request that would lead him to the garden that compels so many of us:
We were floating on the Giudecca canal and the proverb, that I had heard before, was too much for my sick temper, and it cried out, ” Via via, a terra, Eugenio. Get out and find me a garden.” And Eugenio answered,” Si Monsignore.”
And he did. Eugenio made the connections that allowed Frederick Eden to buy the land, once farmed by a religious order. In other words, Eden benefited from his boatman’s local knowledge in the same way that we three Canadians did from Marco Bassi‘s. Marco is a fifty-something longtime Giudecca resident, who came our way through another local contact, restauranteur Andreas of La Palanca, a favourite canalside restaurant and bar. We are so grateful for the many kindnesses that these gents and other Venetians have shown us during our project.
Our plan was not simply to boat by the garden, but also to use the occasion of proximity to engage with the wall space that separates the Garden from the waters and from today’s Venetians as well. While the Edens and later owners invited locals into their private green space during their early 20th century decades of proprietorship, since the 1970 purchase of the garden by Freidenreich Hundertwasser, it has been completely closed. As Marco put it, speaking in our common shared language of French and sadly shaking his head,
“Je n’ai jamais mis mon pied sur la terre du jardin.”
“I have never set foot in the garden.” He was intrigued to learn of our first idea, to — with the Hundertwasser Foundation’s permission — open the garden to visitors for one day. When that proved impossible, we opted for our boat-based art action: to pierce a hole in the canal- and lagoon-side walls using the imagination and sensory engagement. As we floated past, we would project onto the wall the historic images of Eden’s garden, published in the early 1900s, as well as our own photographs and videos of these images installed that morning on the other side of the garden. We would do this during ‘golden hour’, that time at dusk when the light is especially beautiful, the air soft and redolent of particularly fragrant evening flowers. And we would document our passages, collecting images and memories that would become part of our related art exhibition in Montreal.
And so we projected and recorded, talked and boated, back and forth along the Garden’s watery perimeter. Our activities lasted almost an hour and a half, before our projector’s battery died out. We docked and parted ways, feeling enormously fortunate for our encounter with Marco, his deep knowledge of the neighbourhood and unexpected affinity with our own ‘open doors’ orientation to gardens and green spaces.