The relationship between the “public” and the “private”, the “cataphatic” and the “apophatic” space is the “No Man’s Land” womb. Its primary concern is the structural perichoresis, correlation, and juxtaposition of distorted yet allusive "iconic" urban landmarks and the author's creations of subjective realities, fragmented and dematerialized micro locations, geographies, and multicultural explorations of form and volume. The sublime interplay of interarchitectural echoes and allusions allures us to diagnose the neuroticisms of our cultures through the architectural cryptograms of the phantasmagoric “open city”created as an eschatological architectural cry/riddle about the possibility of liberté, égalité,fraternitéin toto.
The spectator, entering the tunnel through the illuminated “back door” will be confronted with images and symbols of the great human expectations; a city ``recognizably unrecognizable``, ephemeral as a ``dream about a city``, the horrific illusions of ``land without borders`` extending the invitationto immerse oneself into the no man's landscape.
At this intersection, the neurotic obsessions with possession and accumulation meets the brave old art of dreaming. What quantum of courage does it take to look at this architectural mirror? What is the dose of will-power needed for one to take up the dislocated yet liberating disposition of global nomad/migrant or a proud citizen of the land that is everyone's and no one's? To what extent we can claim ownership (if at all) of that which we posses? The project does not spare the architect and myself as one of its authors from self-examination. Do we by “architect” mean a socially isolated figure with an insular approach focused on the quality and esthetics of living or do we accept her as a fellow-citizen who has public and private responsibility that brings her in addressing crucial social issues and offering a vision for their possible resolution.
Text by Stojan Pavleski - Curator / Author
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