I.M.U.A.B.Central Building, district 3, Bucharest
Duration: April 17 - June 15, 2014 | Main Gallery
“Acknowledging the parallels between society’s physical and psychological constructions, architect Lebbeus Woods has depicted a career-long narrative of how these constructions transform our being. Working mostly, but not exclusively, with pencil on paper, Woods has created an oeuvre of complex worlds—at times abstract and at times explicit—that present shifts, cycles, repetitions within the built environment. His timeless architecture is not in a particular style or in response to a singular moment in the field; rather, it offers an opportunity to consider how built forms impact the individual and the collective, and reflect contemporary political, social and ideological conditions, and how one person contributes to the development and mutation of the built world. Lebbeus Woods, Architect brings together works from the past forty years by one of the most influential designers working in architecture. Beyond architects, he has been hailed by designers, filmmakers, writers, and artists as a significant voice in recent history, his works resonate across many disciplines for their conceptual depth, imaginative breadth, lasting beauty and ethical potency. The exhibition centers on transformation as a recurring theme, providing a framework for understanding the experimental nature of the work.”
rcabbasi i showed my parents your redecoration pics and my mom is still cackling two minutes later and my dad is providing theories as to how it happened (he believes there was an attic mishap)
hahaha he’s right!
we have a walk-up attic and there’s a 2’ border around the perimeter that’s just insulation over floor joists (no subfloor) anddd I was moving some heavy boxes that I couldn’t see over and my foot slipped over the edge and fell right through
Radical simply means “grasping things at the root.” - Angela Davis
Good chance to share some of her talks..
We interrupt the regular broadcast of arresting children, shooting innocents, and raiding refugee camps with some breaking news from Israel:
Gay people can now serve in a colonial project to ethnically cleanse a nation via apartheid and militarism.
Wow.. so democracy; much liberalism; very liberation.
We don’t discriminate. We don’t care if you’re heterosexual or homosexual, if you want to help us oppress Palestinians, we will take you!
I make an effort to avoid Muslim events on campus that rely on sensationalized/exotifying/otherizing narratives to draw a crowd, but I’m in this stupid scholars program at my university that requires me to attend a certain number of events per semester and the MSA had one that counted for credit …called “Behind the Veil” (ugh) so I attended.
And it was everything you’d expect it to be. Patriarchal ideas about saving yourself for your husband, framing the discussion in terms of the male gaze rather than a woman’s choice for herself, completely ignoring Muslim men’s parallel religious obligations for modesty, etc. And I should be used to it by now — it’s like this stupid cycle where you become dismayed with the state of mainstream discourse in your community, and then you start distancing yourself from said community so you really don’t have anyone to blame but yourself, and then you give them another chance because you’ve been interacting with really cool individuals that get your hopes up, and then you’re brought back to the ugly reality by the state of things. (Repeat for a million different “”“controversial”“” issues). If our own ideas as a religious community about why we do certain things are so skewed/distorted, how the hell do we expect others to be able to understand them?
[I]t did not occur to me that my Muslim-ness and my queerness were supposed to be at war with each other until I started performing these identities in semi-public ways. The exoticization, the Islamophobia, the disbelief at my existence – these are all manifestations of imagined narratives that are projected onto me and do not reflect an innate discordance of being. My queerness and my Muslim-ness do not need to be reconciled mostly because they cannot be disentangled from each other. I can’t remember ever not having been both.