This is a place I have visited a number of times, it is poetic with small narratives or stations scattered over an area where you mainly wade in water. But who cares, you do not get wet! The place is nostalgic and episodic and timeless. It is an attractive place with sculptures in gripping positions lit by isolation. It is a place where it is easy to draw narratives out through compositions of figures, umbrellas and benches. Yes, it’s raining there and what is it about rain that makes you want to take photos? Does it reinforce a nostalgia, does it cast a veil of sorrow over a place and images? I do not know, but as written, there are timeless topics that come up with, perhaps virtually unique installations, the place has reinforced familiar themes that evoke daydreams. It creates poetry.
