Architecture is first and foremost an experience. Arhitecture is first and foremost about life, human life.
These two lines formed the closing act of my last essay on architecture. Architecture, cities and society. Strangely enough, the same subject that was delt with by the Biennale de Veneza. In that writing I concluded that architecture has lacked the humanity to understand its most valuable asset - the experience it provides. It is in this experience that it is defined. Or so I assumed at the time. That notion was however reinforced the past few weeks through a series of lectures that culminated in an earth shattering experience with a workshop entitled Coreographing Space.
As those who know me might imagine, I was all but eager to take part in this. The mere sight of it in the schedule led me to think of illnesses which could explain my absence. However, that was all shattered to pieces as I walked into the space defined by tape on the 9th floor of Bouwkunde. A completely strange and overwhelming experience took part. To an extent, I discovered much of what attracted me some two years ago to Tai Chi. But this was much wider. This took us in different directions, I presume that it was so that we could learn the multiplicity of our body's possibilities. Through the awareness of our body we began to be aware of what surrounded us and its solid state. It was no longer thin air but rather concrete designed and constructed through our movements. I won't elaborate on the workshop, because I don't believe it to be a life altering experience. It is not and should not be a moment in one's lifetime. Rather it should be something one looked for everyday, or every so often, so that one never forgets its place in the body that contains him/her. One tends to forget that it is that same body that makes it all possible.
To a certain extent this served to open our horizons on more than physical limitations. Through the notion that not all was air and not all was certain, as was movement, minds began opening up to the possibilities of urban tissues, through the meanderings that shape them. The fantastic four finally started a discussion that ended in an unclear notion of object and subject but fueled the way to some fun out on the town.
Dear urban, I have to say, being out there was exciting, unexpectedly so. And the fantastic four rose to the challenge. Ideas have flown, video tapes have been wasted, cards were filled with pictures and the first talks were held. Work in progress now! They're not making it easy on us, but then again, the thrill of the experience is on the trip, not on the destiny. Architecture is no longer a mere design experience of lines, volumes, and 'spaces' but rather an understanding of the links, the relations, and a quest for the spaces they shape. A quest...