Imagination and personal identity.
Some of my first memories of wanting to become an architect revolve around this video segment from Sesame Street I recall seeing as a child. I did not know at that time that this woman was the highly regarded … Judith Edelman seen in this post.… I just saw a person walking into a building under construction like she owned the place. It was her conception. Perfect.
That aligned perfectly with my finest imaginative skill i enjoyed then as much as I do today: PLACEMAKING..
- the LEGO ski-doo villages I imagined for the arctic tundra (a good contrast to my surroundings, blocks splayed out everywhere in front of the family room stove).
- my barbie luxury townhome, at least 6 stories worth – imagined above a venice canal (the carpeted steps overlooking the brick foyer floor below).
In the forested outdoors of North Hampton , NH I imagined so many other perfect places and spaces:
- A reclusive safety of a secret hideout. The negative space between two massive granite stones the glaciers had tossed aside creating a kid sized a-frame
- The forest floor producing a moss blanket at the foot of some young trees. A lady slipper was known to emerge occasionally nearby.
- The exposed underbelly where the roots of a fallen tree protect an open spot for something special
- or a tower for fairies in the decomposing woodpile next to the driveway.