Having made initial presentations about 6 FEET UP, and listened to the others of the Free Unit I wonder about the presentation that I didn't make. What did I leave out - what did I want to say?
I am attempting to find an architecture for the bereaved. Support for the ending of other, not the end of self. Who are memorials really for any way? The inscriptions on a gravestone are not a means for the dead to cling to life, but for the living to connect to death. Here lies Alan, who died aged 45. He is survived by Dorothy. I see this and think, ' I am 45, I have a wife, these are people connected to me, who thrive on my existance, and allow me to thrive. In considering how our lives combine, and intertwine, I begin to consider the mortality of the lives we cohabit.
Quality of death for the living - of comfort, support and security an end to architectural navel gazing - pushing the mindscape outwards!
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