It's the architecture that swoops, swirls, swishes, glides the eye through space, wakes us to wonder, challenges our conception of being in a space by allowing us to truly experience it, celebrate it, revel in it, and wish we didn't have to return to the housebox we make our bed in.
|Ray and Maria Stata Center at MIT (2004, Frank Gehry). Photo by Laura Choate, courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.|
|Stata Center main hallway. Photo by Alan Levine, courtesy of Flickr.|
Walls bounce and rebound like Wham-O Superballs. Ceilings soar and sink like Soaring Sam gliders. Windows shoot out like spitballs. Bays bulge like obese bellies.
And all of this is the product of a dreamer who could translate his reveries to computer algorithms as the bridge to the thinking phase of his visions, so he could walk, chew gum, and blow bubbles all in one fell swoop of a Superball.
And ballsy it is, compared to the geometric rigidity of virtually all the M.I.T. architecture that preceded it.
|Stata Center sprinkler explosion, March 6, 2007. Photo by Yoyo Zhou, courtesy of Flickr.|
|Long room, Old Library, Trinity College, Dublin. Photo by Diliff, courtesy of Wikimedia.|
|Jonathan Swift bust by Louis François Roubiliac at Old Library, Trinity College, Dublin.|
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