23. July 2021
From the series »The irradiated hill«: Sirop de muguri de brad, Venus de Piatra N. (sandstone venus) #02
Back in the south of Germany, in Stuttgart, in May 2021, where the only fir tree in our studio garden is taller than all the houses around it, including our house. The tops of the fir tree were ripe for making the annual cough syrup. As I was plucking the tops, I heard a voice calling, getting louder and louder. Which I'm not sure if it was the voice getting louder or my growing attention. It was the neighbor from the house across the street, a white detached house with three very long white hanging strips of fabric. "What are you picking, what for, what are you doing with it?" I was surprised. For I thought that most people in this area were more or less influenced by anthroposophical thought, which made me think that this would give many access to the medicinal plant world. I was wrong about that. The beaming neighbor had never heard of the fir tip syrup before. It was not that I felt close to the area because of my knowledge of medicinal plants. Now, however, I felt like an outsider and figuratively saw myself almost in the role of the sister from the fairy tale The Six Swans by the Brothers Grimm, picking nettle after nettle with charcoal on my face and hiding in the dark. At the same time she told me which tea–brewed from her own daisies–beautifies the skin. She asked me for a recipe, I brought her an unusual variant for me, with honey as a substitute for the sugar, as she wished. As a thank you, I received leeks from my own garden, freshly harvested. In a sense, the fir syrup was born from this encounter, according to my recipe, the neighbor now enjoys her own syrup from these same fir tips from time to time.