Dream has always been a threshold.
In Greek mythology, Hypnos—the guardian of the boundary between waking and sleep—did not create dreams, but made them possible: he was the one who lulled the world into sleep, opening the gates to the realm of dreams.
Hypnos is an invitation to surrender to sleep, to cross an invisible threshold into a suspended dimension where the real and the imagined intertwine. The visitor is thus called to embark on a journey ranging from the luminous vibrations of the aurora borealis, to the intangible patterns of nebulae, and further into galaxies where the gaze dissolves and the mind opens to infinite possible worlds.
It is a space of passage: a place in which to lose oneself without being lost, where new inner landscapes may emerge.
At the centre of this scenario, as in celestial systems, everything converges towards a nucleus: the cultural agora. The beating heart of exchange and sharing, the agora of the sixteenth edition of Orticolario is enclosed within a scenographic organic structure designed by Canyalab.
Around it, a double spiral of sixteen landscapes unfolds like a cosmic movement, tracing a path along which imaginary worlds are revealed—visions that suggest, rather than impose, the experience of dreaming. Plants engage in dialogue with natural and symbolic elements: roots generating unexpected forms, structures evoking termite mounds and ancestral memories, fire-scarred trunks, earths and sands that preserve the memory of habitats and suggest distant geographies suspended between reality and imagination.
Botanical dreams manifest themselves as apparitions.
A ring of pale sand hosts brightly coloured succulents, while earthen forms emerge like silent presences. The light shifts, and what once seemed terrestrial is transformed: plants become corals, and the landscape turns into an abyss.
Elsewhere, a meadow of slender grasses barely stirs. The inflorescences catch warm glimmers, and suddenly the scene changes: the green ignites, as if traversed by a slow-burning flame.
Across a soft, dark expanse, unexpected plant forms emerge. Species adapted to extreme conditions reveal their ambiguity, suspended between the recognisable and the alien. Light transfigures them, and what was once known becomes something else.
At the heart of this surreal dimension are fantastical plants.
curated by Orticolario
project by
Mario Mariani / Central Park
Galliate (NO)
mariomariani.studio
Matteo Boccardo Studio
Binago (CO)
matteoboccardostudio.com
with the support of Fondazione Banca Popolare di Milano
Plants
Mario Mariani / Central Park
Galliate (NO)
mariomariani.studio
Cultural agorà
Canyalab
Rignano sull’Arno (FI)
canyalab.com
Lights & sounds
Tievent Sound & Light Passion
Laveno Mombello (VA)
tievent.it
Sound design | Cristiano Maclovin studio
Light design | Giacomo Dettoni
Set up
Fondazione Minoprio ITS Academy
Vertemate con Minoprio (CO)
fondazioneminoprio.it
Plants delivery
Bianchi Group
Casnate con Bernate (CO)
bianchitrasporti-it.com
[Bio]
Matteo Boccardo, a garden designer, has spent the past ten years creating authentic spaces in balance between place, nature, and identity.
Together, they combine expertise and sensitivity to create harmonious gardens that are carefully crafted and deeply connected to their context.
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Terra, scura, quasi nera.
Copre il bianco, lo trasforma.
All’inizio è resistenza, graffio.
Poi diventa gesto morbido, rotondo.
Carezza.
E in quel passaggio qualcosa si apre.
La mente si quieta, il corpo ascolta.
Non serve capire.
Serve lasciarsi attraversare.
I fili si aggrovigliano, si tendono.
Non trovano forma.
Li lascio cadere.
Respiro.
E poi la forma arriva.
È lì che entriamo.
In quello spazio tra il controllo e il lasciar andare.
Dove qualcosa prende forma da solo.
La terra accoglie.
Tiene, contiene.
E lentamente lascia emergere.
Come un respiro profondo.
Non si guida, non si impone.
Semplicemente, emerge.
Le mani tornano morbide.
I nodi si sciolgono.
C’è una luce che appare.
È uno stato sottile.
Tra veglia e sogno.
Dove ciò che guardi fuori, risuona dentro.
Ogni tela attende.
Ogni gesto è diverso, unico.
Solo se sei disposto ad entrarci.