Yesterday has already vanished among the shadows of the past and tomorrow has not yet emerged from the future, rote Nathaniel Hawthorne, in his book, Life’s most Haunting Hour, describing perhaps our predicament in the slow burn of the pandemic. We are today in that hour, between yesterday and tomorrow. An hour stretched in an endless semi-stupor of time, creating hollows in the continuum, where we are free to re-create, reideate, re-think without the perils of binary fulfilment.
It is from this hollow I ask you send a postcard to your future, marking this unique moment, with a unique image. Not one, dispossessed from your past but one tenuously connected with the silvery web of time. Rewoven into a diagram or perhaps a simulacrum of your chosen reality. Poetic and philosophical, sprinkled with the disquietude of alloyed uncertainties, make this drawing an act of beauty. An antidote perhaps for a time of ‘ahistory.’
Take one plan, section, detail or perspective from any of the ongoing work at the office. Ferment and perfect it. Nuances that lie in the significant and trivial. Into a whole that will speak for you from your futures- of a time interrupted by the realisation of the pauses that always exist around us. Of hollows not hideaways that allow us to immerse ourselves, in a state of marvel that builds design.
