As part of Harbourfront Toronto’s Artist Gardens, I created a fragment of paradise. A larger paradise was implied by the overscaled, but truncated drawing in broken china of a foliage pattern that filled the plot: This Paradise could continue but for car parks, paved walkways and roads. In my garden paradise lay a white china bower: a dwelling, an inner room, a female space closed-in with foliage. The bower read virginal white glistening in the sunlight, but closer scrutiny revealed the contradiction of colourful patterns in permanent blooms painted on the china fragments. The bower form echoed the painted rose foliage on its shattered surface and the rose bushes it reached towards. Fragrant thyme and soft mosses grew over the bower in the summer hiding the sharp shards and promising a comforting green and delicately floral bed. In the winter the white, sharp and floral painted garden of shards bloomed again.