~ our resilience is in our flexibility our ways in making ways to adapt to accomodate to accumulate to consume to transport to appreciate to waste to regenerate to degrade to evaluate to elevate to adopt to abandon to remember to give to forget to take to love to live our resilient lives ~
Author Archives: studioabt
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A pot for a pot An exchange of Energy -STUIDOabt
hey-hey-hey
Your earth, Our great earth! See, oh see: All these heaps Of bleached boned And wind-dried skeletons! They crumble in the air, The mighty world, The mighty world’s Air! Bleached bones, Wind-dried skeleton, Crumble in the air! Hey-hey-hey! -Iglulik Eskimo
shifting horizons
a cantilevered bridge crosses the mighty Red going from East to West coming from West to East connecting Henteleff Park, Norman Park in St.Vital neighbourhood to University of Manitoba or vice versa as the sun rises and the chimneys arises a vapour of clouds emerge along the axis of the coming and going to andContinue reading “shifting horizons”
For the dead
A bridge A series of experiences, a series of choices, a series of actions A bridge A continuum of being A bridge Stands for being A bridge Breathes (for the dead) STUDIOabt
slow bridging
How slow? Is too slow? Slow to approach Slow to land Slow because of snow Conditions Patterns Accumulation Slow walking Slow doing Slow acting Slow breathing Slow working STUDIOabt
bridging
breathing bridge -STUDIOabt
Being and time
When I stand on this bridge, dancing of death, Looking downstream at what is the past, Thinking of a future that will be the past Past, present, future Past, the foundation, the reason Present, the entropy, the current, the balance of being Future, anticipates. – STUDIOabt
Bamboo Skin
Building skin as a bridge Building system as a bridge Bamboo forest bamboo harvest bamboo skin Skin as infrastructure Skin as layers Skin as screens Skin as scaffolding Skin as drying racks Skin as windows Skin as blinds Skin as flesh A building that breathes A building that is better Better sensibility, better health, betterContinue reading “Bamboo Skin”
Bridging the lost
The Bridge By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow I stood on the bridge at midnight, As the clocks were striking the hour, And the moon rose o’er the city, Behind the dark church-tower. I saw her bright reflection In the waters under me, Like a golden goblet falling And sinking into the sea. And far in theContinue reading “Bridging the lost”
