There was me
A number of doors and windows
There were no walls in between
No one was there to cry over a beloved anymore
No one was in a hurry to arrive
There was no word of style or taste!
But I was walking through the alleys of a city
Which, although full of silence,
Was filled with the sweet murmur of the people who had left there years ago.
Architecture should be worn. Must be lived in. Architecture is not a reparative forms and not necessarily all windows are view-through. Not all dark colours are sad and bright colours reminds happiness. All the knowledge learned in rush can be re-learned. Perhaps something new can be found. Perhaps during all re-learning process, someone finds a way to wear the architecture or take a walk with her! Adobe is not first element creating architecture. It’s just a mean to search for that element.
Silver, Bronze, Enamel