Saturday, February 9, 2008

Transitional Places/Spaces







Places and Spaces

I guess I fall pretty differently on this than that class that Jesse and Shirley took. And on the way the words seem anyway. Space seems like a void. Place seems like something concrete. But the emotional resonance of these words with me are totally opposite of what might seem to be true.

To me a space seems intimate, warm. The word makes me think of a nook, somewhere comfortable that you can fill, where you can be. A place to me is more sterile, a boundary, a measure of space. Somewhere you're going to, or coming from, as opposed to somewhere you are.

The idea of a space to me makes me want to create. A space is somewhere things can happen, things can become something in a space, it allows room, and is somehow special, where a place is just a place. A location. No room for growth, or life inside of it. A place is somehow cold.

For example, I would never think of my childhood home as a place... I might refer to it as one, but to me it is the space I grew up in, the space where family is, where memories can stretch out. I guess I'm feeling a little sentimental.

Sorry about that.

Monday, February 4, 2008