international competition 2G "venue for the Mies van der Rohe" Barcelona
2G
May 1998
memory
The story that we have not taken place, however, important to know who has spent long time since then. On the other hand, is the story of a reunion.
Years ago, in a remote town in a remote country called for a competition for architects. How to build a simulation, how to build with something that is not. There were a few "winners" and a publication that summarized. But this is not the story. The story that we have belongs to the world of desire. Occurred, certainly, but has not taken place.
long time that they knew nothing of each other. One Saturday morning, over breakfast, found in the central pages of the newspaper in an article summarizing the inauguration of the Foundation M. R. vd In Barcelona. It was not difficult to locate on the same day at your hotel. Knew, or at least, I wanted to believe, to prolong their stay in this city that so many places of the two contained. Places, I'll never no architect can build. Are places in memory, from space, no matter what or how they are. Therefore, their places were a few mornings of Barceloneta, La Boqueria Market and the yard of limes and poplars to giving his apartment in the Raval. But so were the third step of the door of the Cathedral, the platforms of the Sants station and the curb on the Jerusalem street, the fine line a few nights of laughter led them paradise. No surprise, the phone conversation was brief. It was him see her again.
next day took the first train to Barcelona (one of his nervous tics remained his total aversion to cars, to carry cars, too much metal and oil changes for a single person, he said) They spent that whole afternoon. Little to say. As two brothers who have known forever, in an irrational and constant at the same time all is said. She then spoke of the Foundation.
Poetry is a string of metaphors. A large chain of metaphors where they fall on alien worlds together. A contact occurring elsewhere something different, something new that keeps part, perhaps the darkest of those two places. Darkness born of those two, however, light, a new light. This is how she focused on all occasions the problems of architecture. Shadows shadows, spent more last light today. Always has been, on the other. Hence also his infinite modesty. Never thought I would bring anything to the "design process", they say. Time and memory. Let things happen and then be patient, because these buildings do not correspond to you yet. So when someone asked about the validity of their proposals, for his "contribution-to-debate-architecture-contemporary shrugged and said, I just work, I can not in all, in addition, the contemporary architectural debate, for contemporary, always happens and we usually build things that "are" what can we do about it? Work, I suppose, and sunbathing when we can.
"I invite you to lunch at the Foundation.
He only knew the building the image of yesterday's newspaper. It was a photograph left in the center of the composition of the large hole, taking a wide visual field. It seemed at that moment the image of a lost civilization; not decadent or come down, but lost, difficult to locate in time, ageless.
entered. She was confined to guide you through the building. Sometimes they stopped and looked at some point in any direction marking another point, he obeyed. Further, she asked for the convenience of the stairs and look over some areas. That was how they finally reached the bottom of the excavation, where he placed the cafeteria.
- You know that right now we are at sea level? Well, that's what I say out there, in fact we are three feet below, but I like to think that is right here, at the foot of a Mies building where you can find the complete line is many things same time, balance, reference, horizontal, stable, faithful and constant phenomenon at a time, place of contact and distance, time zero.
From here, followed by talking about how to continue a historic building with a new intervention, how to reinstall it in the course of events, how to bring the present, how to reset an absence. For her, in this case, the word respect (which, referring to things of the past, seeks a rigid perception of them) was an obstacle, a chain that prevented him from working here and now. But this is less important.
Since then, the old language of the eyes and the poet began activated understand that the skyline was not only to the Foundation. Your here and now was much more than a methodology. Its here and now enveloping and involving them there and then and thought for a moment of silence that stage full of water, that great love trap was built for another reason. "He'll
getting cold on this terrace.
"Let's go.
The evening began to scrape the tops of the trees up there. While picking up, stared at the reflection in the water of those copas.Aparentemente only have this and yet only here and only with this we are closer than those of past above the horizon, he thought, accepting that afternoon.
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