Living Architecture
Have you seen the new building on the 134th? I did it. And the huge mall on the Eastern suburbs? I did it. If you’ve entered a building in which you have felt immediately involved by a certain mood, most probably I did it. However, what neither you nor anybody else has seen is the “living architecture” I do during the weekends.
I was destined to be successful. And I’m not being arrogant. Since I was at college, all the teachers agreed that I was the best, as capable as any engineer for the balance of weights and spaces, and a true artist of space and shape. I have earned a dozen awards, and if anyone wants me to build something for them, they go to a waiting list, which was two years long the last time I checked.
Success means money and fame, but it also means stress, tons of it! Now, I don’t want to take the usual route. You know, lots of coffee, then sleeping pills, then an ulcer, then a heartache before you’re fifty. So, I decided to try something different for stress relief.
I can’t stop being an architect, it’s who I am. However, I can do something for myself, instead of doing it for someone else. And I can make something just for the day, instead of a building that will last for decades. Most importantly, I can make something living, instead of using concrete and glass.
That’s why I do “living architecture”. I hire two or three models for the weekend. And I tie them together in a way that shows my talent. I take a few pictures, just for myself. And then I let it go and untie my models. By Sunday afternoon, I’m ready to get back to work.
This is my Shibari story.
