"In searching for a place of fond memories I find myself in a space between spaces. Not the studio and not the home where days are spent, but a place that physically connect the two and yet will remove ones self from both.
In these pathless and undulating horizons one is overcome by transcending notions of melancholic thoughts.
The fragility of it, the timeless reverie that is over all to quick as one begins to realign with the turbulent mechanisms that surrounds it.
These brief moments of arcadic expanses create a sense of solitude, a sense of being that would be otherwise forgotten."
Writing Architecture intends to mix the art of poetry and architecture together, creating a statement that relates to an architectural space of the built environment however I felt that this was not suitable to the task at hand. By no means have I intended to abandon architecture but quite the opposite. It is the way in witch I have come to use the architectural landscape around me that has allowed me to find this Arcadian oasis strung out between the built environments. All this said there is perhaps a wanting to leave behind the “grotesque one-dimensional complex commodity that is the city.
In an act to provoke the inhabitants of the park I chose to place the work in a frame and pin it to a dead tree stump in the middle of the grounds, 2 days later the work was found torn up on the floor, strewn across the ground.