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- Path: sparky!uunet!canetoad!annie
- From: annie@canetoad.UUCP (Picasso-puss)
- Newsgroups: alt.prose
- Subject: The Architect Visits Art
- Distribution: world
- Message-ID: <annie.053u@canetoad.UUCP>
- Date: 2 Jan 93 21:08:35 EDT
- Organization: The Satellite of Love
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- Postulate:
- A building is an extension of the mind which envisioned it.
- To call a building mindless is to say that either it has never
- existed, or that it has always been. It cannot be said.
- Instead, it may be that we do not wish to know such a mind
- or such a building. Ignorance is, at once, our refuge and
- our enemy.
-
- * * *
-
- In Fort Worth, Texas are two museums. They face each other
- across a hilly green. One is the future, staring into the
- past; one is your best friend's home.
-
- The Museum of the Future crouches on a hill, four sharp
- corners turned against the sky. "I am steel. I am stone. I am
- the sum of my materials, nothing more." It shuns even the
- gentle wind.
-
- To enter is to start a fight. High ceilings and narrow rooms
- mock the art. The paintings, dejected, hang low to the floor,
- perchance to draw warmth from the humans who shiver and
- hurry past.
-
- "Did we see all the rooms?"
- "I don't care. Let's leave."
-
- The paintings weep, and their cold oily tears run down the
- canvases to muddy the vinyl baseboards. Blue-gray fluorescents
- drone victory.
-
- Escape.
-
- Look down the hill to a grove of trees. Your Best Friend's
- Museum lies concealed within, all but the seductive curve of
- the roof. Do the trees wriggle in anticipation, or has the
- roof winked to include you in some private joke?
-
- Enter the grove and become the hidden deer in an Ansel
- Adams photograph, surrounded by silver glowing tree trunks and
-
- the sound of water,
- lapping
- slapping
- gurling into your skin.
-
- A building lounges on the grass, flanked by two long shallow
- pools. On the library-wide steps leading up to a stone veranda,
- children play. Their laughter tumbles out sideways to displace
- the water, which flows over the sides and drains away.
-
- By some quiet trick the museum is filled, corner to corner,
- with good north light. Each room presents itself to you in
- happy, contented order--the curtseying offspring of proud
- country gentlefolk. You think that the hosts may step out to
- greet you, a steaming mug in hand. You want to drink the
- draught down and sleep. The paintings will stand sentinel
- and send you your dreams.
-
- * * *
-
- Postulate:
- A human is an extension of the home which created it. To
- call one homeless is to say that...cannot be...we do not...
- our enemy.
-
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