“You have to go. It really is amazing,” says the middle-aged assistant in Marysville’s Tourist Information Centre.
“And…” she adds, pausing – as much for effect as to allow her eyes to glaze over and stare longingly into the middle distance, “the sculptor, Bruno, is good-looking too. He’s got everything.”
Now I don’t know about Fran, but Bruce’s intentions for heading into the Yarra Ranges did not encompass hunting down Gallic-sounding woodland artists who do a certain je ne sais quoi to women of a certain age. But, the promise of a wild garden full of fantastical sculptures proved alluring enough.
The presence of a donation box rather than manned kiosk at the entrance (alongside a sculpture of a particularly hangdog old chap in saggy dungarees) was a good omen: either Bruno is confident enough in his skills to know everyone will pay up willingly or, as the subject matter of his artworks would suggest, he is too much of a stoner to make the short journey from home to garden to ask for your money.
Either way, once inside, words cannot do justice to his creation. Taking his influences from nature, the world of fantasy and some of the more esoteric religions and philosophies of the world, Bruno has created his own little Garden of Eden for the twisted: men made up of animals and tools; beautiful maidens sliding from shells; unicorns and buddhas. A sign advises you to allow 20 minutes to explore the narrow paths and manmade tunnels through the lush forest that passes for his backyard; it might as well add (for those who are that way minded): “Or come to an agreement with Bruno and head back for an overnight stay armed with tent, ‘shrooms and Tim Tams“.
As unexpected a pleasure as turning up to work in your undies, only to realise you were dreaming and don’t even have a job to go to so can return to dreaming, the Sculpture Garden is as good a reason to head northeast from Melbourne as the Yarra Valley wine.
And, if Bruno was indeed the slight, bearded fellow sweeping up leaves on the driveway, then any bachelors bearing more than a passing resemblance to Matthew Corbett should head to Marysville asap; your bride awaiteth…
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