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Dispersed Holdings
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The New York City underground swelters with 70,000 delays a year, unfit to hold the sticky body count, riding rickety
‘round the the edges. Uptown, Downtown, grinding the metal piths until sparks fly and rats chase their own tails
aflame. City skyscrapers bully the brownstones, casting their sinister shadows, hoarding sunlight like a
non-renewable energy source. Can we raise the rooftops high enough so that they can touch the sun?
124 miles of tunnels, passageways and shelters form a subterranean metropolis of shadows underneath the city of
Helsinki. A swimming pool beneath a shopping center can be transformed into a defense shelter for 3,800 people in
the event of an attack. The capital keeps a secret so cavernous that we can all fit inside of it.
But, It is no secret, the role of architecture in our relationships, its governance of our bodies, our practices. These
shadows are but temporary shelters- their elongated penumbras will one day fade, be rekindled, fade, rekindle... Our
present crumbles from above and underneath us. Our modern world is built on buried ruins, and slowly rises only to
return to rubble. Architecture is the contemporary phoenix, emerging from the embers eternally and putting even
lovebirds to shame.
The time worn edifice of a Parisian corner is plastered with imaginatively printed vinyl, covering the antediluvian
brickwork with an ultra-modern vista of awnings, the windows reflecting the shimmer of a psuedo-sun in a photograph
made by a tourist.
The nearest Starbucks is located atop the submerged remains of a 19th century ghost ship graveyard in San
Francisco’s port. Sink a ship and claim the terra firma in the name of “latte capitalism.” Sea silt settles at the bottom of
your to-go coffee cup.
Steaming gum off of the sidewalks of Copenhagen to put them in a museum vitrine. To whom does this mouthful of
sugar belong?
Susceptible to the seismology of gentrification, a bridge in Los Angeles sags under the weight of trespassing bodies.
The concrete of the St. Francis Dam cracked in 1928 and has been leaking ever since. The contemporary gold rush
is styled and photographed wearing a Rolex, high heels and SPF 50 on Sunset Blvd.
The bodice of suburbia, girdled by chain link fences, wrung out, now hangs itself out to dry. We need more room to
make more room! Sunrooms offer a budget-friendly alternative to the traditional home addition. The recipe for cement
calls for 3 atomized iPhones, the peak of a coal topping mountain, and the wings of a shipped Passenger Pigeon
(dead as a Dodo).
Texas has the largest solar energy potential in the United States, but that luminous bulb in the sky is eclipsed by
geysers spurting black oil moons across cotton and cattle.
Athens recycles itself in the moonlight like a slow tide. When there are no walls left to write on, bring your paints,
pigments, and brushes atop the Acropolis easel, revel and look down upon your masterpiece. We have been taught
never to stare directly into the sun; but, from the window on the top floor of the museum, you turn your back to the
collection, squint to peer through cracks in your fingers, and read the words “WELCOME AND ENJOY THE RUINS.”
The structure was always going to fail, but the future is immortal. In all things we build, by ourselves and with others,
therein lies the impossibility of permanence, and the promise of violence. We sift through the fragmented material of
wreckage with a need to break, build, repeat - often without first clearing or repurposing the debris of individuality.
Collaboration is thus a proposed utopian marriage of irreconcilable actors- whether we speak of the relationships
between humans, materials, environments, and now, this exhibition- and yet we continue to persist in its pursuit.
Here, we develop ourselves against the pursuit of development itself. What then remains when we come to embrace
the ephemeral distance between us? You hold the result of the attempt in your hands but, like rubble, these
dispersed withholdings are just a blueprint for breaking.