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#Hashtags: Looking towards 2012
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A corner of a long-ago building, the wall borders the edge of the Ecotrust Building parking lot, located in one of the most renovated and redeveloped commercial sections of Portland, OR. It should do what all walls do: create a boundary, or support a series of hidden, internal structures of unknown weight and gravity. Perhaps, and I know I’m getting radical here, perhaps keep some things out and let others in?
Yet everything this wall has to offer flies in the face of such simple aspirations, and for that reason alone, I love it. Structurally, the wall is useless. It supports nothing, contains nothing. It simply stands, a ruined fragment with several sets of windows, all empty of glass, their rusted-red shutters thrown open. The door to an old loading bay gapes like an open mouth. Aesthetically and metaphorically, however, the wall transcends its structural ineffectiveness, making it—to my mind—a metaphor for the best of all art.
When you stand outside a building and peek in the window, you expect an inside view, a chance to be a voyeur to something at once internal and intimate. Instead, the architects responsible for letting this ruined wall stand (Holst Architecture PC) create an entirely different kind of experience. The interior has gone missing, replaced by a row of cherry trees planted on the other side. The psychological experience vacillates between feeling like you’re looking into the eyes of a soul mate and a pair of mirrored sunglasses that reflect only yourself back.




























