Play with Nature / DL Atelier
Textual content description supplied by the architects. Nonetheless keep in mind the final time your self on a swing? Once I swung on this swing for the primary time, I could not assist however burst into laughter. Unsure if it was pleasure or concern, maybe each.
Coming into the Mountains. An entire piece of metal plate divided into two, one spherical and harmonious, the opposite sharp and edgy. They assist one another to face up, like a large stone stage, generally sturdy, generally fragile, turning the youngsters’s recreation—swinging on a swing—right into a spectacle. The encircling exhausting floor hints at dangers, with solely the river view being pleasant, creating a way of pressure. The pusher and the swinger, each expertise it in entrance of everybody, from peaceable to romantic, from relaxed to unrestrained. The demonstration goes carefree. It’s exactly this harmful pressure that entices us nearer, however the restraint that comes from hazard balances the hazard itself. The extra harmful, the extra enticing, and the extra enticing, the extra harmful.
Youngsters. Allow us to swing on the swing, immersed between tenderness and roughness! At that second, all of us develop into youngsters, laughing and shouting. The stress pulls us away from the annoying actuality, and freedom stimulates the return of our harmless lightness. I’m keen on this lightness, just like the moon, just like the wind. You might love and hate it on the similar time; if love can broaden the breadth of life, maybe hate can excavate the depth of life. You want them each, and also you’ll be hooked on them each.
Leaving the Mountains. I all the time say I am fortunate, counting on luck to realize sure issues. Encounter is destiny, lacking is opportune. I all the time notice such issues later, however trying again, there was a sure instinct on the time, and all the pieces had its association—maybe that is destiny. When each encounter looks like déjà vu, it is likely to be an indication of getting old.
The 2 individuals on the swing are the identical. The route, the timing, and the drive, if any above are fallacious, can’t be met. It appears unknown however destined. Generally it’s us who determine the intersection, generally we’re simply pushed by others. As soon as the swing begins, it’s destined to fulfill or miss. Effort can not change something, neither the route nor the destiny. I’m grateful that we met. Speaking to one another, reaching one another. So how lengthy will it final? Time and the earth preserve pulling us on the swing, step by step calming down, turning into unromantic. Even when unwilling, it is going to ultimately cease, and disappear, leaving solely the traces of recollections. Luckily, we as soon as met, just like the autumn moon, like winter snow. Blessedly, we all the time meet, like crisp flowers, like scattered raindrops. I had hoped that when the 2 individuals on the swing met, a cloud would rise in the course of the mountain. Sadly, I didn’t have the luck on me this time. However I can wait.
Away from the Mountains. For me, love isn’t companionship, not ardour, however oil in sorrow, flowers in pleasure, smoke falling from the sky, and laughter echoing in deep valleys. However you do not belong to me, and I do not belong to you. Life might be fulfilled solely when sorrow and pleasure are intertwined.