Filippo Brunelleschi, Cappella Pazzi, Santa Croce, Firenze, 1429

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Filippo Brunelleschi, Cappella Pazzi, Santa Croce, Firenze, 1429
âWhether itâs sculptures, buildings or spaces, the outcome of what I do has to be poetry, which I believe is the measure of all thingsâ
IN RESIDENCE: XAVIER CORBERO
A beautiful little film by Albert Moya on Catalan artist Xavier Corberoâs lifetime project: his own sculptural, labyrinthine home. Photo by Salva Lopez
Bolles+Wilson
1993, Suzuki House
Paris-New York : design culture, 1925-1940
âDaylight, the light on things, is so moving to me that I feel almost a spiritual quality. When the sun comes up in the morning â which I always find so marvellous, absolutely fantastic the way it comes back every morning â and casts its light on things, it doesnât feel as if it quite belongs in this world. I donât understand light. It gives me the feeling thereâs something beyond me, something beyond all understanding. And I am very glad, very grateful that there is such a thing.â
â
Peter Zumthor
PETER ZUMTHOR IN COVERSATION WITH TONY CHAPMAN (2013)
Hour-long video interview in which Zumthor discusses many of his projects in detail.
âIâve often noticed that we are not able to look at what we have in front of us, unless itâs inside a frame.â
â Abbas Kiarostami
high point building, bradford. perspective drawing by david eccles, 1972.
âWhat we achieve inwardly will change outer reality.â
â Plutarch
âyou have to die a few times before you can really live.â
â Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at LastÂ
What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.
â T.S. Eliot
Gipsoteca Canoviana, Carlo Scarpa.
alabauth
- aCO Temporary Exhibit ProjectÂ
Hans Hollein, City-bed for Wittmann, 1982
© metro + OMA - RPJ mixed use - são paulo, brazil
âWhen you go out into the woods and you look at trees, you see all these different trees. And some of them are bent, and some of them are straight, and some of them are evergreens, and some of them are whatever. And you look at the tree and you allow it. You see why it is the way it is. You sort of understand that it didnât get enough light, and so it turned that way. And you donât get all emotional about it. You just allow it. You appreciate the tree. The minute you get near humans, you lose all that. And you are constantly saying, âYouâre too this, or Iâm too this.â That judging mind comes in. And so I practice turning people into trees. Which means appreciating them just the way they are.â
â Ram Dass (via themindmovement)
Palacio do Planalto - Oscar Niemeyer
1958
via
Did you know, you can quit your job, you can leave university? You arenât legally required to have a degree, itâs a social pressure and expectation, not the law, and no one is holding a gun to your head. You can sell your house, you can give up your apartment, you can even sell your vehicle, and your things that are mostly unnecessary. You can see the world on a minimum wage salary, despite the persisting myth, you do not need a high paying job. You can leave your friends (if theyâre true friends theyâll forgive you, and youâll still be friends) and make new ones on the road. You can leave your family. You can depart from your hometown, your country, your culture, and everything you know. You can sacrifice. You can give up your $5.00 a cup morning coffee, you can give up air conditioning, frequent consumption of new products. You can give up eating out at restaurants and prepare affordable meals at home, and eat the leftovers too, instead of throwing them away. You can give up cable TV, Internet even. This list is endless. You can sacrifice climbing up in the hierarchy of careers. You can buck tradition and othersâ expectations of you. You can triumph over your fears, by conquering your mind. You can take risks. And most of all, you can travel. You just donât want it enough. You want a degree or a well-paying job or to stay in your comfort zone more. This is fine, if itâs what your heart desires most, but please donât envy me and tell me you canât travel. Youâre not in a famine, in a desert, in a third world country, with five malnourished children to feed. You probably live in a first world country. You have a roof over your head, and food on your plate. You probably own luxuries like a cellphone and a computer. You can afford the $3.00 a night guest houses of India, the $0.10 fresh baked breakfasts of Morocco, because if you can afford to live in a first world country, you can certainly afford to travel in third world countries, you can probably even afford to travel in a first world country. So please say to me, âI want to travel, but other things are more important to me and Iâm putting them firstâ, not, âIâm dying to travel, but I canâtâ, because I have yet to have someone say they canât, who truly canât. You can, however, only live once, and for me, the enrichment of the soul that comes from seeing the world is worth more than a degree that could bring me in a bigger paycheck, or material wealth, or pleasing society. Of course, you must choose for yourself, follow your heartâs truest desires, but know that you can travel, youâre only making excuses for why you canât. And if it makes any difference, I have never met anyone who has quit their job, left school, given up their life at home, to see the world, and regretted it. None. Only people who have grown old and regretted never traveling, who have regretted focusing too much on money and superficial success, who have realized too late that there is so much more to living than this.
Wunderkammer (via themindmovement)