IDEAS OF A DANISH ARCHITECT
Last Monday, within the
third year project course at School of Architecture of Barcelona, Cristina
Jover proposed us a visit to Jorn Utzon´s house in Porto Petro. Relieing
on the experience of such great explorator, we tottered behind her firm
and steady steps. The feeling of drowsiness and sleepiness started to desapear
with every new movement to give way to our gaze, wich started to desapear
with every new movement to give way to our gaze, wich started sliding together
with our guide´s look at the same rhythm of the images. Soon these
images became music: the sound of the sea, the wind and the birds. The
music could be heard at any corner of the house, it cheered our bodies
and we started dancing between Marés´ walls - few of them
cut back by the smile of a Chesire cat - surrounded by ceramics furniture,
on the courtyard and even above the pine trees
 All
of a sudden, the music ceased playing and I, at the same as my
gaze, stopped at thliving room. Feeling tired I discreetly sat
down on one of the ceramics half-moon, with the solely companion
of few windows. Those windows no longer gathered the day´s
light but, at least, they gently showed me landsacape. Only one
of them was bearing the shadows that stained the room,m letting
in a long and warm light. It was the end of the day, dusk.
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here they are, by my side, I´m no longer by myself. |
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