Neighbourhood spaces, school grounds, city squares, parks and gardens. As diverse as the projects are, the design journey always starts with the search for the distinctive features of a place, the unearthing of a history, the interpretation of what has been discovered – with the aim of creating multifaceted landscapes of feelings.
Neighbourhood spaces, school grounds, city squares, parks and gardens. As diverse as the projects are, the design journey always starts with the search for the distinctive features of a place, the unearthing of a history, the interpretation of what has been discovered – with the aim of creating multifaceted landscapes of feelings.
All of it is new and still familiar
The world hurts as daylight, he pondered
To forget their own loud thoughts
It makes me sentimental, makes me feel like home
Two becomes one and one becomes everything
… spread out like a green blanket, to sit on and to breathe
Water with floating letters
Sublime with a view of the silver light, heavy as lead
Let’s go and remember the good old days
I’m thinking, but the lovely calm of the park engulfs me
Up the golden cage made for playing
With a view of the garden made of glistening water
The elephant wasn't pink, there was no horse on the stage
... in front of me the relaxed playfulness of the circular tree isles
The park looked like a mangy cat
With a wink and the certainty of history
Are those parrots flying over there?
Dorothea Buck Park
All of it is new and still familiar
I’m thinking, but the lovely calm of the park engulfs me
The world hurts as daylight, he pondered
Up the golden cage made for playing
To forget their own loud thoughts
With a view of the garden made of glistening water
It makes me sentimental, makes me feel like home
The elephant wasn't pink, there was no horse on the stage
Two becomes one and one becomes everything
... in front of me the relaxed playfulness of the circular tree isles
… spread out like a green blanket, to sit on and to breathe
The park looked like a mangy cat
Water with floating letters
With a wink and the certainty of history
Sublime with a view of the silver light, heavy as lead
Are those parrots flying over there?
Let’s go and remember the good old days
Dorothea Buck Park