With the collaboration of Institut français
We build houses, buildings, towns, cities….
More and more concrete, more and more bare pavements, without any planting, except for a weed that we pull up or spray with herbicide, as if it had no place on the pavement.
We are clearing more and more land, valleys and forests to build housing estates or enlarge our cities, full of shops, car parks, squares where nothing grows except pots to enclose the roots, leaving the tiles to toast in the sun.
These cities that are being built like metastases or cancer. Man is taking over more and more space to continue pouring concrete, reducing natural spaces. Not even a place to plant a tree, not even a seed.
Shamelessly, Man continues to take the plane and move to paradisiacal spaces, far away from the cities to find peace and quiet, nature and sunsets.
Social networks are filled with images of feet on golden beaches where palm trees caress the sand. Back on our pavements, we speed through cities to fulfil our obligations, walking with our heads down, looking at our feet drowned in our shoes. We waste no time in planting what could become a tree, a forest. A nature that embraces the city.
I wonder, not to say, I worry about Man’s capacities to extirpate himself from gravity, to renew himself, to recycle himself, to reinvent himself in the contemporary world whose endangered nature he can no longer ignore.
Laurent Martin’s proposal will use 150 disused Garnica wood panels.