The artificial paradise of William Amor, magician of roses
The courses at the college have all the same left this distant memory: for the flowers to be born, it is a question of pollen, stamens, pistils and seeds... Perhaps even pollinating insects, to think carefully? But no water bottles or supermarket bags. With William Amor, the genesis of poppies or roses has little to do with biology textbooks.
On high shelves, in the cellar of the visual artist, are piled up plastic containers and pouches, sorted by color, coffee capsules, packaging, over-packaging, fabric scraps, golden Christmas tree bags , wigs, fishing nets, so much waste that the inventory is tedious. Two flights of stairs up, "welcome to the garden!" trumpeted William Amor, pushing the door of his studio, villa du Lavoir, in the 10th arrondissement of Paris. To the right, to the left, at the foot of the glass roof, on the long table, falling from the ceiling, everywhere, flowers, light, dapper, in their shades of pinks and reds, surprisingly similar to their natural models.
For false, for beautiful
They won the Grand Prix de la création de la Ville de Paris in 2019 for those who did not plant their bulbs. For false, for handsome, the forty-year-old artist who wears a beard and a checkered shirt has created the "extraordinary garden" he had in mind, as a child of the countryside, in Leyr (Meurthe-et-Moselle) using the city's garbage cans. “Eight hundred inhabitants, he recalls, and more cows. It is the cradle of my passion for the living, the source of my imagination. I wandered in the woods picking daffodils and lily of the valley. »
As a little Napoleon of the gardens, William Amor is gradually conquering the family flowerbeds. “I collected irises, alliums, Himalayan blue poppies, wild orchids… I had an incredible tree peony 2 meters high, yellow with a red border, with a very Japanese habit. »
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