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5: The Architecture of the Senses, the Architecture of Experience. WHEN I WAS SEVEN YEARS OLD. According to A way of looking at things “When I work on a design I allow myself to be guided by images and moods that I remember and can relate to the kind of architecture. I am looking for. Most of the images that come to mind originate from my subjective experience and are only rarely accompanied by a remembered architecture commentary (Zumthor 25)”. When I read this paragraph I felt about how I save a special memory in specific place, and when I go back to the same place I still hold the memory and the feeling for the place. As a special story of the first time I visited the place and i am the only one who experience this personal feeling. When I was seven years old I remember when I visited this place for the first time in my life. I felt the power of freedom; I can play, and run around as any child could do when he or she is on a huge land space. I still remember how I was looking and amazed by the columns. There are so many of them around and I was thinking of the height of these columns and how they are way higher than the people. Also, the green dome as it used to be my goal to run to “my own target, focus”. First Image: This grouping of sculptures, by J. Seward Johnson, bring back memories of childhood days Second Image: Holy Mosque of Medina
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BLOG_4: Invisible Cities CITIES & EYES 3 After a seven days' march through woodland, the traveller directed towards Baucis cannot see the city and yet he has arrived. The slender stilts that rise from the ground at a great distance from one another and are lost above the clouds support the city. You climb them with ladders. On the ground the inhabitants rarely show themselves: having already everything they need up there, they prefer not to come down. Nothing of the city touches the earth except those long flamingo legs on which it rests and, when the days are sunny, a pierced, angular shadow that falls on the foliage. There are three hypotheses about the inhabitants of Baucis: that they hate the earth; that they respect it so much they avoid all contact; that they love it as it was before they existed and with spyglasses and telescopes aimed downwards they never tire of examining it, leaf by leaf, stone by stone, ant by ant, contemplating with fascination their own absence. This story makes me think about why people are trying to live in skyscrapers, which are far away from the surface of the earth? Today, we have competition worldwide among people and counties about who has the tallest building in the earth. My country is one of these countries in this competition, and this image represents the tallest building in the world in Jeddah Saudi Arabia. So, do they really hate the earth? When I thought about that I found my self-included in this, because I live in the one of the tallest building in Knoxville on the 20th floor. Then, I asked my self why I picked this place. My simple answer is because in want to enjoy the view of the earth. It is like a circle from the earth to look at the earth. Where people want to enjoy the beautiful features of the earth in a much wild view.
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BLOG_3 + 4: Invisible Cities CITIES & SIGNS 3 The man who is travelling and does not yet know the city awaiting him along his route wonders what the palace will be like, the barracks, the mill, the theatre, the bazaar. In every city of the empire every building is different and set in a different order: but as soon as the stranger arrives at the unknown city and his eye penetrates the pine cone of pagodas and garrets and haymows, following the scrawl of canals, gardens, rubbish heaps, he immediately distinguishes which are the princes' palaces, the high priests' temples, the tavern, the prison, the slum. This--some say--confirms the hypothesis that each man bears in his mind a city made only of differences, a city without figures and without form, and the individual cities fill it up. This is not true of Zoe. In every point of this city you can, in turn, sleep, make tools, cook, accumulate gold, disrobe, reign, sell, question oracles. Any one of its pyramid roofs could cover the leprosarium or the odalisques' baths. The traveller roams all around and has nothing but doubts: he is unable to distinguish the features of the city, the features he keeps distinct in his mind also mingle. He infers this: if existence in all its moments is all of itself, Zoe is the place of indivisible existence. But why, then, does the city exist? What line separates the inside from the outside, the rumble of wheels from the howl of wolves? Zoe just explained what I have been through when I came here in Knoxville. I came from the other part of the world, all the way from Saudi Arabia. The images that he explained where on my mind when I came here, and the main question was how could I survive because I speak a different language and I have lived totally different life, and I have a different cultural background. Until I found connections between my home (Riyadh, Saudi Arabia) and my second home (Knoxville, United States). I chose the airport because it was my first step journey in the unknown world.
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