The garden is situated in a narrow side, unlovely courtyard-entrance to a small (6 floor, 24 unit) apartment building somewhere in Manhattan. The garden greens a concrete utilitarian passage, and breaks up what would otherwise be workaday parallel straightlines of the rectangle. Like the other garden areas that surround the building’s exterior, this was one has been lovingly tended by a single occupant.
Container gardens are funny hybrids. They highlight the object-character of the green organic space; and they encourage a balance between old things and new things. The iron or steel (?) sculptural objects were salvaged from the building’s old elevator system, when it was replaced a couple of years ago with a new one. The stressed silver containers are old beer kegs. The lawn furniture has not yet been stolen.