Directly translated, ‘sprøyterom’ means injection room.
Norwegian politicians dislike the idea.
House of god, house of son, house of religion, house of faith, house of belief, house of size, house of proportions, house of sense, house of self, house of selfish, house of community, house of wishful, house of hope, house of men, house of women, house of kids, house of barrier, house of threshold, house of judgement, house of inequality, house of struggles, house of peace, house of
I do have an idea or two about what attracts me about homes.
Mobile homes complicate matters.
No shortage of attraction though.
Where are you going? mom asked me.
Home, I said.
But we are home, she replied.
It was november, 1978. We had just moved, I believe it must have been shortly after unloading the last moving van. Not that I remember a van, I just assume there was one.
The idea that home was now to consist of something other than what it did before had not yet sunk in. So off I went, on my Velamos bike, back to the eight storey apartment building where home had been up until then. And there it stood, just as it always did – or, at least in the four years that I called it home. Only, now it wasn’t accessible anymore.
There, eight years old, on and off my bike wandering around the building where I had gone to sleep at nights and woken up in the mornings, half of my life, – as far as I remember this was the first time that I felt genuinely lost.
She was right of course. And wrong.
We need some misbehaviour, naughtiness, individuality, really important, and then people can make up their own minds about things and become a part of the debate, rather than just consuming what they’re given.
I was in Rotterdam last autumn, seeing a good friend and photographing some landscapes (and very little architecture, odd as that sounds). Among the buildings that caught my eye was the one above, Pauluskerk. The images didn’t make it further than my hard drive until last month that I posted a couple of them on my website. That was when I became aware of that I had no idea who had designed it.
As expected, the websearch found that bit, Will Alsop is the architect responsible for it. It also dug up an interview, or a part of an interview, which I found a bit interesting. Brief as it is, and even if what I’ve highlighted here seems fairly obvious, that and some of the other things he said struck me as a reminder somehow – reminder of what I had forgotten to keep in mind.
I think it would be very important for local authorities like the counsils and politicians to travel around, to do architectural tourism to see what other cities and other places in the world are doing.
(In my neck of the woods this is so true, and applies to so much more than just architecture and planning. And politicians for that matter)
Remember to keep in mind..
As for the church, and the CalypSO complex it is a part of, see here for more educated thoughts, as well as some scary details.
The contents of this photograph could make a list of topics worthy of being written about. To me, worthy to me, that is. I seem to bump into these a lot, potential lists of topics within whatever it is I’m photographing these days. Consciously and not. Mostly not.
I shall spare you though, and make the notes with a proper pencil and an oldschool notepad, and instead wish you a terribly good weekend.