Inhabiting, in the gap of memory
The simplicity of awakening, of living again from scratch, knowing the old sensations and lending ourselves to them as new. Opening the eyes, to see again with renewed illusions what we already know. Awakening and reborn, or revive. Where there were only memories left, life resurfaces. That what is no longer inhabited, but in its time it was, rebuild the warmth of a home, the love that only “four walls” can grant, and the clarity of it.
Inhabiting, in the gap of memory, deals exactly with that. To give life to the space where there was, but it ceased to exist. And in that place where only the wreck of the past were left, take advantage of their spaces so they can shine again. Take a space without active use, as is the metal structure that is placed in the space where there was an edifice to improve the resistance of its neighboring buildings. As if it were a sign of what existed, as if the previous building could be summarized in the steel bars that make up the truss, as if that were everything. And taking an advantage of all, give it a new life, endow it with intelligence and fill it with new sensations. Get the structure to get up. And where there were memories left in a gap, to fill it with light and, after all, architecture.