My taste is twisted like I cling my vine,
Spiralling skywards while I smother and twine,
don't stifle my climb for I aspire to see...
entirely 'n more than your size allows me

I dance 'round this pole like I dance 'round myself
quite soon I will shoot up my luscious green wealth
I probe with my tendrils then tighten my grip
at last when I flower bright petals will drip

Whenever I'm ill and a leaf of mine droops
I trace down the issue through all of my loops
while battling beasties or ring rot bacteria
my gyrating twirl parts cause dizz and deliria

Unceasingly drilling my roots into structures
from above and below I stress and I puncture
I weave dense green carpets and plentiful showers
of longlasting light- and lilac-blue flowers

Might cover your roofing soon after this trellis
cause fact is I'll rotate 'bout any old axis
What's happening.. have I somehow scared ya?
Please... let me beg you, forgive my whysteria...

"Whysteria" is an ongoing project dedicated to happenings surrounding the "Blauwe Regen", a wisteria climbing tree that has been growing in my parents' garden for more than ten years. She has been a home for many dove nests and even more my fantasies. As the mat grew more dense the light pouring through it became more magical, but my parents were worried about it growing too much onto the house itself. Then this winter a piece of the house broke down when hit by lightning, and the structure the wisteria was growing on became unstable. This motivated my father to cut it down, and the wisteria with it. What remains is a tangly, capricious yet promisingly elegant obelisk full of twists and turns. The latest work is a tableau of tiles in my parents' kitchen, close to the window looking out on the garden, remembering wisteria in bloom.