A Place to remember ,,
Long has there been a converse regarding the importance and prominence of vision, somehow each dialectic ending it redundant. We spoke of spaces like we had knowledge of what substance it was made of, we clustered rooms amongst kitchens and encountered them endurable whilst our occupants suffered acquiescence. We ventured to ask the logic behind our ideas of space and with a computerized vision we continued, thus creating a mass production of pretty much repeated designs.
Somehow, an image I can’t forget is one from my school. Every place had a memory, a moment to accentuate to, an experience to hinder or a friend to relate to. Spaces we cherish in our memories are often those spaces which have been successful in rendering them beautiful. We glide amongst them like parts of a dream, and as we speak we speak silently. Our ears listen, but not to the nonsense of our pocketed devices, but to those who surround us…Our hands touch and caress and as J.Pallasmaa puts it, “Our skin touches”. For a moment time is frozen, at last we are in a moment of bliss!
Take a moment back and try to remember a space you can’t forget. A space you relate to…a space which you would call a moment of “heaven” if such a place exists. When we begin to look back we will probably note that it was at a time not so far away, at a time when life wasn’t so complicated. Somehow, the very technologies which were made to ease our lives have complicated them. Children are no longer enjoying a transparent childhood. Life seems to be moving so fast, and we seem to pass through experiences untouched, scarcely ever holding onto a memory…
Sadly like everything else in life we have forgotten, and continue to forget...
