In traditional landscapes, the productions of man, his con- structions in particular, surrendered themselves progressively to nature in the form of the ruin. The ruin reintegrated, in successive stages, the traces of human activity into the cycles of nature. There is nothing of the sort in the contemporary city, where objects, if they don’t disappear all in one go, as if by magic, are instead relegated to obsolescence, a bit like the living dead who endlessly haunt the landscape, preventing it from ever becoming peaceful again. We have gone from ruin to rust, from trace to waste.
The perception of natural land within suburban landscapes is a feat far and few between, the encompassing nature of wilderness within quarters of man and his cladded houses poses an image of freedom.
In newly created places, where does the newly untouched and flourish-able natural world sit? Do these natural places bare the same non—place characterless feel of suburban housing? And how does the evidence of human presence change our perception of free to grow portions of suburbia?