Beatrix Farrand

Beatrix Farrand

Summary

Portrait of Beatrix Farrand Beatrix Farrand The garden as a picture (1907)

A collection of flowers, no matter how beautiful they may be, does not make a garden, any more than the colors on a painter’s palette make in themselves a picture. A real garden is just as artificial as a painting, and yet it has not the advantage of artificial surroundings. The landscape architect must put his composition down in the open air with the sky and the trees and the grass as a background, and must juggle with nature in order that his composition may not look out of place, keeping always in his mind the balance between masses of color and offsetting masses of green.
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Portrait of Beatrix Farrand Beatrix Farrand The garden as a picture (1907)

If you are going to make your garden in one of the very hot gamuts of color, you can use the deep oranges, the yellows and browns, the scarlets, and that wonderful unifier, blue, as seen in the larkspurs, but you cannot use a certain quality of papery white in some thick petaled flowers, like the white phloxes and the Shasta daisies, which seem to spring out of any group of other flowers in which they are placed, leaving the rest of their companions looking muddled and woolly beside the intensity of their perfectly untranslucent white.
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Beatrix Farrand Beatrix Farrand The garden as a picture (1907)

The landscape artist, on the other hand, must subordinate himself to the elements given him, the climate and the soil, the character of the vegetation, and last but usually not least, the wishes of his client. The painter and the sculptor may finish their work and it can at once be judged as a whole, while the person who works with plants has to make up his mind to see the particular shrub he wanted in a special spot perversely die, while for years the shady groves of the future will decorate the scene like feather dusters on broomsticks.
Source: Gutenberg

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