The Art of Building
Architecture means a lot of things to different persons. But architecture is more then only following static laws and getting filled the empty space between houses in a already existing village. The big master of modern architecture Mies van der Rohe spoke about architecture as “the art of building”. He meant that only if architecture fulfills all the tasks she has to fulfill you can speak about the real identity of architecture as “the art of building”.
To grasp this idea of architecture being the art of building we can go back to the beginnings of our human race. How did we dwell? How looked our “houses” like? At the beginning caves were our home. We made us comfortable and felt fine inside there protected by the thick wall from nasty weather and enemies. This idea of a cave persists till nowadays when you look around the world: how many people wish to have an own house for them, their family. That is something like a “cave”, a shelter which is protection and identity at the same time.
Aha, and here we are what we expect of architecture nowadays: to be functional and to make identity possible- we want to feel “at home”. But what does a skyscraper with over 30 floors fulfill of that expectations? Well, to understand this complex contemporary situation we just have to look at the local zoos: how can a lion feel at home in a Swiss zoo where the clime and the natural landscape surrounding him are so completely different from those in which he feels at home? The lion’s identity and his personal “cave” lie somewhere in Africa.
We should try to fulfill the “art of building” not only for us human beings but we should let the animals living in their “architectural identity”. Skyscrapers of more then 30 floors and zoos are not representing “the art of building”.
Merry Christmas
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
Its loveliness increases; it will never
pass into nothingness …
―John Keats
Schneeperlen
Glasklar im Spiegelbild-
obliegt,
wellenhoch,
singst Du-
ein Wiegenlied.
Im Schneeschlummer,
bärengross,
ozeantief,
Dein leichter Schlaf-
in Ewigkeit.
Dream Evolution
…from organic to synthetic…
The Music of Snow
All of us human beings are very different persons if it comes to our music taste. I love classical music, modern classic and part of the Jazz music. If I am in a special mood I love to hear French chansons or Italian canzoni. And so do other people.
But we do have a common “meeting point” in our listening taste. There is no bigger magic as experiencing a landscape of a freshly snowfall. You have to be on yourself accompanied by your dog only. Best place to listen to this spectacular nature’s music is the forest. You have to stand still and listen. What you hear is: silence and “more”. This “more” is the starting point of a listening school. From there all of us can depart and follow different directions.
The uniqueness of such a “snowy concert hall” is that the music pieces are changing without any possible repetition. It is different but closely connected to John Cage’s Silence. The experience of such a “silence and more” enables us to hear in a next step the nature’s voices and magic concerts. Let’s forget the possibility of speech for those magic moments. Doing so we afterwards can decide to shorten our spoken words to those which have a meaning and lead us to a fertile and more poetic communication.
The Truth About Being a Writer
A book is more than the mere sum of pages. It often is like a relic of a “saint writer” even though the one might still live. It is a believing system and a identification miracle: all of a sudden all kind of very different people can feel and identify themselves with the same protagonist.
But of course, in most of our lives we discover some discrepancies between what has happen and what some people told us about that happening. Reading the new book “La Verité sur l’Affaire Harry Quebert” by the gifted young writer Joel Dicker we all are relieved: what we always believed in is true: the bigger the person and her/ his story the bigger such a discrepancy might be.
There might exist a sound account of famous books, paintings and musical compositions which were not created by the authors we believed they were and that’s fine for us the not famous people, because at the end it was us who created those famous artworks.
“Baaaaaa”, comments the sheep, “I was it!”
The Art of Cooking in Winter
Cooking is like any other artistic procedure: it takes a whole lot of complex thoughts and actions to get it the best possible way. It is poetry and color adaption, philosophy and culture, it is about passion and being a taste lover.
To change the language: now in German:
Wenn die Butter mit dem Olivenöl in der Gusspfanne schmilzt, der Schnittlauch in seinem Grün das Auge besticht, der Duft nach Zwiebeln und Knoblauch in der Luft liegt und die frischen Steinpilze in Reih und Glied auf ihr heisses Ölbad warten, dann liegt Magie in der Luft. Es ist Winter und der Nüsslisalat wird von ebendiesen Köstlichkeiten gekrönt. Die Pilzsymphonie zerschmilzt auf der Zuge, der Gaumen dankt, das Auge träumt: eine gelungene Vorspeise.
Bon appetit!