The full moon at its zenith makes it sparkle and when, at dawn the milky disc evaporates, we discover on the green surface of the leaves, the pale, glacial, dappled reflection of a forgotten light.
All here is feminine in nature. Everything , like the light of the moon exists only in the sun’s reflection. It is a garden seen in a mirror, blossoming into the perfect garden of our own secret fantasies. It is the place of dreams and the subconscious, it is the Yin, where we meet the eternal child of our dreams.