by Ben Nicholson

The creative forces that make well-tailored ‘regular architecture’ are narrowed in focus and upgraded in intensity to a state of being that takes full advantage of the body’s natural (dare I say green?) on-board opiate production. The task at hand is gone at with an internalized hyper-concentration that perpetrates a meditative state: obsessive behavior for some, a normal day’s work for others.

Whilst engaged, it comes at the cost of spurning the usual checks and balances associated with the status quo, but it doesn’t go on forever, the body and mind can’t take it, however lovely it is whilst it lasts. Does it lead to Visions? Possibly. Is it a state of Prophecy? Maybe. Just read Kiesler’s Inside the Endless House for a whiff of an architectural future that is playing out at this very moment fifty years later, executed by a swarm of architects who might think of donating their fees to the Kiesler Foundation in Vienna.

A career has many phases and many cycles, none of which can be held for very long, yet the creative spirit may need to go into hyper-drive now and again to look into a matter that cannot be broken apart by any other means than a directed intensity.

Four years ago I began drawing by hand a complete taxonomy of published, not-so-published and invented meanders and labyrinths. Hundreds of drawings and thousands of yellow circles later, as well as a neck that has been permanently bent from being the center of a radius to my drawing hand, the task is done. Why? To figure out how the walking, waking body folds around itself. The result is something perhaps unusable and just about un-everything-else, yet a little voice within asked that it be done. Could anything else have been done in its stead? I doubt it.
























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