Is Camden about art? Is it a state of mind? Is it about fauna? Growth or staying the same through generations? Or is Camden really about textures and patterns that are present in the streets and creeks and homes and yards.
Undetectable to the casual visitor and even most residents, the Camden Garden is about art and observation as surely as the Savage Garden is about the circle of life and death. When you are walking down a street in Camden, Minneapolis, and are really struck by the contrast between the branches of the tall elms that line your street and the deep blue sky, how is that color different than the color you normally see when you look at the same scenery?
How many sounds--the sound of birds, the sound of kids in the street, the sound of hip hop, the sounds of the Soo Line Railroad, the sound of I94--can you hear at any given time? This is all, of course, the art of God and the art of everyday existence, but out of this natural backdrop the most wild and new art can be inspired.
For too long, the Camden Garden has gone untended. The Seed was planted years ago, but what we see in it now (by walking by and not actually stopping for a closer look) does not look anything like what you find at your local grocer.
And although no gardener has passed through the gate for a long time, the garden has continued to grow, lush and strong through time, with roots that are deep and a crop that is sweetened through the change of the Camden seasons. The little tags at the ends of the rows have long since gone into the earth--it is up to us to indentify that which we find.
HARVEST TIME!
