ENRIC PLADEVALL
The voice of the olive grove
La Nature est un temple où de vivants piliers
Laissent parfois sortir de confuses paroles;
L’homme y passe à travers des forêts de symboles
Qui l’observent avec des regards familiers.[1]
Charles Baudelaire, “Correspondances”. Les Fleurs du Mal, 1857.
Nature speaks. It possesses a secret, uncodified eloquence, accessible through empathy. In order to listen to it, to receive its teaching, its consolation, we need to abandon all arrogance, leave behind interpretive pretensions and listen in a more humble, yet at the same time, daring way. One of the surprising things when we visit the L'Olivar space by Enric...