Sunday, 12 December 2010

Dome fanatsy.

  In the world of fantasy, the scale and dimension dissapear.

Florence, Sta Croce, Pazzi Chapel























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London, St Paul's




















Rome, St Peter's




















Verona, S. Bernardino, Capella Pellegrini
























Wednesday, 8 December 2010

Inbetween space and light, concave and convex

The light drops a hint on something happening inbetween inside and outside borders.
Mirage of the doublespace.
Outside

Inside





Friday, 26 November 2010

Memory about a dome

What is there to remember and what should be kept that will evoke memories?
What does shadow do for the object?




Wednesday, 24 November 2010

Part of a presentation for crit

The architecture of a dome assumes an interstitial space, which may trigger fantasies about building. In this project I’m interested in such spaces as the domes of churches, basilicas and cathedrals as it reminds me of the collective unconscious, which is hidden from us in a similar way. Architecturally, interstitial space brings the play of light which travels through the domes, building up an impression of infinite heavenly skies. If this space may be associated with collective memory, than it may become a threshold to the immense cosmos of our unconsciousness. This thought emerges from a spatial sequence in “Solaris”. An interstitial space may be seen as a threshold to the oceanic nature of collective unconscious. The visitor of the space has to take a path in the same way as the hero of the movie: to get from an outer living world, where he is merely a spectator, through the threshold (the interstitial space of a dome) for the reason of experiencing infinity, not knowing sometimes where he is in this journey.
Sequence from "Solaris": Here
My video:


Can the space exist in our dreams and fantasies? What is reality in this case? Though we can see a 3-dimensional video, it has this volume only in our perception when we imagine it, as truly it is on a flat screen. I believe that the result of our imagination becomes the reality of the project and also that of our memories, leading even to fantasies about the seen object or space. These become more real for us rather than the object itself. The outcome of this is the series of three dome fantasies, which are taking the architecture of the dome away from its context. Continuing the theme of transcendence, they all possess a journey of entering their space.








Revealing the inner space

I think that notion of the change in visibility of the inner space, which happens with architecture in 24 hours depending on natural light processes and artificial light, may be interesting for my research.

This video represents the change that happened from 3 pm to 7 pm.


Shadow

Shadow
by Guillaume Apollinaire

Here you are beside me again
Memories of my companions killed in the war
The olive-branch of time
Memories that make only a single memory
As a hundred skins make only a single coat
As these thousands of wounds make only a single
                                newspaper article
Impalpable and ark presence who have assumed
the changing shape of my shadow
an Indian on the watch through all Eternity
shadow you creep beside me
but you do not hear me any more
you will not know any more the divine poems I sing
but I hear you still and see you still
Destinies
Multiple shadows may the sun preserve you
You who love me so much that you will never leave me
And who dance in the sun without stirring the dust
Shadow ink of the sun
Signature of my light
Holder of sorrows
A god that condescends.

Translated from the french by Christipher Middleton

The Penguin Book of First World War poetry, 1979




 Wire model and its shadow:





















Shadow projected on a transparent paper and pictured from the outer side:


Work with dome section

Being interested in the qualities of the light, I've extruded the section of the dome (St. Paul's Cathedral)  in a model. I will continue the experiment using another material, which might be transparent.
By Christopher Wren, original image here