i have been looking at architecture, and thinking
about
these layers collecting year on year on year;
broken down, built up, downtrodden, erased... extended, remodeled, downsized, replaced; renewed, upgraded, stripped, renovated
blueprints on footprints on newsprint,
in fashion, outdated...
and how they
reveal
our walls we build
the spaces their ideas shaped
the scaffolding of yesterday’s desires
reaching sky-high in towers, dreamscapes and spires;
mounted bricks of belief bridging, eclipsing, competing, eclipsed
each shouting different words -
all this noise
the practical solutions, swept out of sight
dead by day, alive by night;
all these monuments -
the men you meant
to save
it’s hard to hear
And now
how to inhabit…?
see the habitat
kick the habit out
harder still to listen.
Our spaces...
nostalgic looking back, we shift it all about
see old objects in a new light
once a function now a toy, here is a novel joke,
a pretty collage, pastiche
spanning old fault lines – whose fault?
And above all
Graffiti.
Here is
my place, our place, in place, out of place, no place
Like Home
The cityscape.
The urban playground.
A canvas...
To rebuild?
To regenerate - each generation;
and re-collect, with new veneration...
but
Beauty?
In creation beneath.
Maybe possible
in creation above -
In expressive spaces, in normal places, with many faces?

There are a lot of questions to be asked.