-architecturally speaking-

The structure a home to something very old, an idea that has floundered with history. Made for the elite the doors now creek as everyone can walk through the door. Art connoisseurs and students alike come to see the czech artists and worldly paintings and designs. The walls that these million dollar pictures hang on hold next to no value, but without them they’d all be on the floor- or worse, ruined. The department store turned art gallery, is unique in its lineage. How many times do you intend for things to happen, but they take another course and become something equally or more amazing. That’s what I think of when I see the buildings of Prague. What once stood has been many things in its lifetime. Likewise I think on these structures when I have my own tribulations. Becoming boggled in the stress of a project you remember one day it’ll be better. On stormy days the sun eventually shines. It has to and the rain will dry, leaving a beautiful rainbow, even if it’s not what you planned. The architecture can speak magnitudes if you look past what it contains. The clean space will never be erased, just made better as time pushes on.

“Wrapped around like a vast blanket
Under, over, ever changing, ever moving
Shape shifting, ever present, always fluid, never set,
Arrogance dives for a sliver, jealously guards that bit
Like a potter at the wheel, dictating, defining,
Cruelly setting limits
A rush of power, surging through
Man made weapons fashion what charcoal drew
The prison comes up, the hostage is hid
Strong vertical fortress, horizontal bars and a lid
The triumphant laugh gives way to a gasp
The mother surrounds the prison, the child in her clasp
You may confine me to any degree
But I define you, bound yet free“

-Vidushie Shriya