Landscape Architecture makes the benefits of nature’s prescription accessible to all, regardless of belief, politics, sociology, economics, sensual deprivation, age or gender. Take a walk with me in this snowy forest path image, or in Tangier Gardens where a student, CJ, first realizes the essence of landscape architecture.
A sunset, like the end of the year, carries a promise for a new dawn, a new day, a new year, the turning of a page.
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Garden nurturing an abandoned human? What would Frances Hodgson Burnett say?
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CJ was on his way to Arabia, the second time.
How did this happen?
Where and when did his quest begin?
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77 years…
It has taken me 77 years (17Nov1946) to write Tangier Gardens… and I didn’t even get a t-shirt. 🧐
A curious geography, historically active with pirates, djinns and easy paths to drug use…
A strange place for an American college student to do his term abroad design study.
But Christopher Janus was fascinated with the Med, its sun, beaches and the Moroccan pedestrian towns and markets. CJ chose Tangier.
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Science has lost its magic since the covid. Academe has lost its magic since the wokeism. I fall back into the era of Christianity and alchemy where nature and its connection to human emotion is magic, a gift from God… but life ain’t just a bowl of cherries.
I could never get “magical realism” until I spent too many years around the Rub al Khali–the Empty Quarter.
Then I met CJ. He was obsessed. About? I couldn’t figure it out–magical realism or the Empty Quarter.
He wrote: “How to beat, tame, survive–the Empty Quarter–life–magical realism?
Only by imagination.”
CJ tried…and got beat.
It all started in Morocco, Tangier Gardens, then KSA, Egypt and finally, the Empty Quarter.
CJ studied fine arts for his first two years at college. In music, literature and painting he found an enigmatic similarity. Many composers, authors and painters were inspired by nature, either the outdoors or human nature. That was clear.
It was, however, the dichotomy of the critics that confused him.
The critics’ perplexing dichotomy pitted human social nature vs the natural world, nature without humans. He wondered why the dichotomy? Were not humans part of the nature in which we all lived? Even though humans were at the top of the food chain we were still part of the chain. How can behavior, intelligence or spirit separate humans from the nature all around us?
And why have so many sought to make that ‘false’ distinction?
CJ’s own battles with this dichotomy got serious when, after deciding to major in landscape architecture, he went to North Africa, for his term abroad design study.
There he met a couple esoteric horticulturists, one Russian and the other British. They had built and were guardians of an arcane garden, the Oval Garden, behind their Hibiscus House. There they tried to educate CJ–solve his enigmatic fine arts, landscape and garden concerns.
