In Jardin de Popper (Popper's Garden) I refer to Karl Popper, with his three worlds, perhaps four if we include works of art.
In this garden, I also cultivate words by the Portuguese poet Fernando Pessoa as a visual composition.

They say that flowers are all
Words that the earth says.
You don't speak to me: you annoy me.
You speak: I'm less happy

The words appear as references to my physical movements.
They are written repeatedly, until they become textures: a way of tamping down the incubated word that is often born curled up and distorted in the adjectivised vices of those who have been grafted on for a long time and without defined roots.