Landscape for me is influenced by the light in LA (golden, material) and the ideal of indoor/outdoor living championed by the immigrant Modernists.

The house as a frame through which to view the garden and the garden as the home for the house.

The garden is a place to engage the senses: the crunch of gravel signifying arrival, the fragrance of flower and foliage, the sun-warmed rocks and the night bloomers, the plucking of fruit from the tree.

My gardens are inhabited by natives, edibles, plants adapted to the Mediterranean climate, humans, and hopefully, birds and bees of all kinds.

"No report had prepared her for its peculiar glory. It was neither warrior, nor lover, nor god … It was a comrade, bending over the house, strength and adventure in its roots, but in its utmost fingers tenderness, and the girth, that a dozen men could not have spanned, became in the end evanescent, till pale bud clusters seemed to float in the air. It was a comrade. House and tree transcended any similes of sex. Margaret thought of them now, and was to think of them through many a windy night and London day, but to compare either to man, to woman, always dwarfed the vision. Yet they kept within limits of the human. Their message was not of eternity, but of hope on this side of the grave. As she stood in the one, gazing at the other, truer relationship gleamed."

E. M. Forster, Howard's End

 

"If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need."

Cicero