When I visited this extraordinary place in which the logic is in love with the fantasy, I thought about you. Here the house is just a nest made out of bricks with large glass windows that humbly and generously frame the house gardens. Standing in front of the Van Buuren’s living room window, looking outside into a hedge maze, I also thought about you.
In one of Fabian Weinecke’s paintings there is a body of a naked woman, she is suspended in the middle of the canvas surrounded by golden shapes that without touching her body, hold her up there. This painting is very small, as in most of Fabian W. works the choice of format wasn’t conceptual but physical. His immense imagination needed another body or maybe even two, like I believe his fantastical landscapes needed another world or maybe even two.
Going up slowly to the second floor of the house, holding gently the beautifully crafted handrail of the staircase I couldn’t stop thinking about the house gardens. One hour before entering the house we visited its gardens and while we were moving through its hedge maze I have the feeling that I was the garden and the garden was me, when this happened my green leafs arms were covered with the same wonderful and gentle perfume that we can find in Fabian Weinecke’s paintings.
We left the house and its gardens, I am very glad I have seen it. I can say after our visit to the Van Buuren’s Museum that I also lived in that house in which I hang many of Fabian Weinecke’s paintings and they accompanied my until the very last of my moments.
Fabian Weinecke (27. August 1968 in Düsseldorf; † 17. January 2012 in Berlin)
courtesy of Musée van Buuren and Fabian Weinecke