This blog post is an excerpt from my research recces, part of my process of scouting for locations, mapping Derby and having a psychogeographic approach to how my narrative is formed. There were 18 points in all and the recce took 1hr 26mins
(A Very Planned Scouting Walk On Paper)
Wednesday 16/10/2019 Temp: 13°C, Sunny Start Time: 03:43pm Start Point: Albert Street (Green Point)
[A0] East Street : The middle of town was sunny. So sunny it was like walking in white light that makes you feel like you could be walking in the darkness because either way, you’re still blind. I am hesitant because I don’t know if I’m going left or right yet and I’m just having one of those days as well. Turns out the way was just straight ahead.
[A1] Post Office: Maybe it was the light but I completely passed it. I think the post office was inside the shopping center and one dare not go in there for fear of not actually surviving the masses.
[A2] Green Ln: Again, completely missed it. Not for the sheer panic of navigating wrongly nor overthinking but because the road naturally leads you forwards when you are on foot and my lost spirit seems more in tune with being efficient than when I try to navigate purposefully.
[A3] Macklin Ln (part 1): Walkers, the abandoned theatre or
Someone said to me this week ;
"A home is merely a transient space where the people you love come and go."
Oftentimes many mistake houses for homes. A house is four walls, a floor, and a roof. Logically, there is nothing special about a structure that provides shelter but everyone remembers the house or houses they grew up in. They remember it because in some form or the other this is where they were first loved and this is where they learned how to love.
The philosophy of phenomenology, which inquires and investigates the meaning of pre-reflective and lived experiences, when applied to the object, the house or architectural spaces has an instantaneous tendency to re-create or find the familiar. Our unconscious mind finds a home everywhere we go and yet our conscious mind rejects this as it isn’t exactly the same.
Somewhere along the line we forget what it looked like and focus on what it felt like. You fill your home with your futures, tomorrows and dreams.
A dream is a thought From an idea that sought To make us think Of all the things We've never done. "But it could be fun," Whispers the Dream in our ear.
So we start With sleepless nights And endless lists Just searching for the things That can be done. And as we break Our backs and bones We build the walls Made of bricks
On The Streets (Commercial Street, Bangalore/India)