It is certainly hard to imagine what appearance these gardens will take, as their existence is not inscribed in any predicted form. These gardens should not be judged based on their form, but on their capacity to translate a certain joy of existence. Gilles Clément, The garden in motion 2011

È certo difficile immaginare quale aspetto prenderanno i giardini per cui è prevista un'esistenza non iscritta in alcuna forma. A mio parere, giardini di questo tipo non dovrebbero essere giudicati sulla base della loro forma ma piuttosto sulla base della loro capacità di tradurre una certa felicità di esistere. Gilles Clément, Il giardino in movimento, 2011

The question of agriculture is a question of art. [...] Agriculture basically just deals with the things that are there: the topsoil is principally chalk, silica and then of course one must make sure that there is humus, ensure the soil is well aired and that no substances that muck up this process enter the soil such as artificial fertilizers, minerals, etc. 

Agriculture is a question of art, which for me is the engagement with substances. In other words, if one understands the spirit of substances, one can only really do agriculture. 

Joseph Beuys, Conversation with Joseph Beuys, 2004

The good conscience of these reds, these blues, their simple truthfulness, it educates you; and you stand among them as ready as possible, you get the impression that they are doing something for you. You also notice, a little more clearly each time, how necessary it was to go beyond love, too; it's natural, after all, to love each of these things as one makes it: but if one shows this, one makes it less well; one judges it instead of saying it. One ceases to be impartial; and the best – love – stays outside the work, does not enter it, is left aside, untranslated: that's how painting of moods came about (which is in no way better than the painting of things). They'd paint: I love this here; instead of painting: here it is. In which case everyone must see for himself whether or not I loved it. This is not shown at all, and some would even insist that it has nothing to do with love. The love is so thoroughly used up in the action of making that there is no residue.