Dear Architecture,
Oh Architecture
We have had enough of you, and we will never have enough of you.
Is there a time when we will give you up? A time spent not building your structures or breaking them apart, but a time in which we let you be. If we, citizens of Spaceship Earth were to leave you alone, what would you do with yourself? More importantly, what would we do? We, at least many of us would settle for less, a less structured position to our darling Architecture. With a less formal relationship, we would be freed from your “right” angles and turn left into the unknown spaces of our imaginations once again. Imaginations, which we need to envelop as a frontier untapped, once alive with personal intuitions.
Oh Architecture
We struggle for your love, as your lofty position is secured in a fortress without doors. Will you liberate yourself from the location as high priestess and distribute your gifts to us commoners? You remain a mystery to us, as you only reveal the citadel’s exterior facades, and without any compromise we are obligated to leave behind our centuries old love affair with you. As we withdraw, we wish for a single passage into the depths of your sanctum, revealing the lacuna we desperately desire. The gap between our wishes and your lack of openness is seemingly unbridgeable. This span is ever increasing and will do so until you yield to our yearnings. We will now retire from your company, and bid farewell to our love of the ages. The journey homeward without you as our companion leaves us shelter less and full of uncertainty. If you reveal your secret to us, we will share it will all the inhabitants of the planet. The universe of your knowledge allocated to the planet would restore our lustful relationship to the moment of its inception.
Oh Architecture
We citizens will never depart your specter.
The aura you create is one which allows us an unforeseen vision into our own reflections. Our interiors are overflowing with your single ever-present gift; the gift of a discipline based historically and consistently in the art of practice. The art we citizens will continue to practice is an individual act. The act to practice is drawing the language you taught us as the first procedure constructing our mind’s structures and spaces perceived as unbuildable. Drawing is the beginning of a seemingly impossible relationship with you Architecture, but its act repeatedly marks the process we long for in your absence. We said previously that we are leaving our love affair with you Architecture, but drawing as our discourse always returns us to your embraces.
Always yours,
Citizens of Spaceship Earth
Location: New York, NY. US
T. Joseph Surjan - design scientist & writer
S. Hjelte Fumanelli - project architect & digital modeling
Oh Architecture
We have had enough of you, and we will never have enough of you.
Is there a time when we will give you up? A time spent not building your structures or breaking them apart, but a time in which we let you be. If we, citizens of Spaceship Earth were to leave you alone, what would you do with yourself? More importantly, what would we do? We, at least many of us would settle for less, a less structured position to our darling Architecture. With a less formal relationship, we would be freed from your “right” angles and turn left into the unknown spaces of our imaginations once again. Imaginations, which we need to envelop as a frontier untapped, once alive with personal intuitions.
Oh Architecture
We struggle for your love, as your lofty position is secured in a fortress without doors. Will you liberate yourself from the location as high priestess and distribute your gifts to us commoners? You remain a mystery to us, as you only reveal the citadel’s exterior facades, and without any compromise we are obligated to leave behind our centuries old love affair with you. As we withdraw, we wish for a single passage into the depths of your sanctum, revealing the lacuna we desperately desire. The gap between our wishes and your lack of openness is seemingly unbridgeable. This span is ever increasing and will do so until you yield to our yearnings. We will now retire from your company, and bid farewell to our love of the ages. The journey homeward without you as our companion leaves us shelter less and full of uncertainty. If you reveal your secret to us, we will share it will all the inhabitants of the planet. The universe of your knowledge allocated to the planet would restore our lustful relationship to the moment of its inception.
Oh Architecture
We citizens will never depart your specter.
The aura you create is one which allows us an unforeseen vision into our own reflections. Our interiors are overflowing with your single ever-present gift; the gift of a discipline based historically and consistently in the art of practice. The art we citizens will continue to practice is an individual act. The act to practice is drawing the language you taught us as the first procedure constructing our mind’s structures and spaces perceived as unbuildable. Drawing is the beginning of a seemingly impossible relationship with you Architecture, but its act repeatedly marks the process we long for in your absence. We said previously that we are leaving our love affair with you Architecture, but drawing as our discourse always returns us to your embraces.
Always yours,
Citizens of Spaceship Earth
Location: New York, NY. US
T. Joseph Surjan - design scientist & writer
S. Hjelte Fumanelli - project architect & digital modeling
