I enjoyed Orvieto. As in many of the Italian cities we visited I walked the streets in the afternoon wondering about the city-dwellers' experience of this place, with constant visitors from all parts of the globe. Do they see themselves as ambassadors? Intended or not, I felt welcome wherever we traveled.
For an architect, to draw – that is, to sketch – is to draw oneself into the world. And that world, ever-changing like Heraclitus' river, is replete with inconsistencies, enjambments, contaminations, and material conditions that bewilder the mind. It is here that I practice what can be considered bricolage. Yet this condition, as with the world itself, is not fatal. Often, between buildings where the sky holds apart the street where I walk, or between cappuccino and a sketchbook in the morning, or caught midway within a conversation following dinner, or on the road, bicycling nowhere in particular… in these times and others too numerous to mention, there is a glimpse of some opening that reveals infinite depth.
Author of: Architecture: Land Culture Practice
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ReplyDeleteI enjoyed Orvieto. As in many of the Italian cities we visited I walked the streets in the afternoon wondering about the city-dwellers' experience of this place, with constant visitors from all parts of the globe. Do they see themselves as ambassadors? Intended or not, I felt welcome wherever we traveled.
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