No talking, no running and definitely no touching. / That’s what I was told. / In here it’s another world, / Check yourself in the glass - mark the weight / Adrift in a object labyrinth / The room and the city / At 52 hertz we’ll be ok / My fortress in the Metropolis / The world at our feet / Across that polished threshold / On my way to our familiar-far away / What a difference distance makes / Uncomfortable in the metaphor / But okay on your end is okay on mine / Although I’ve never been inside / I’ll see you in the museum of our minds /
No talking, no running and definitely no touching. / That’s what I was told. / In here it’s another world, / Check yourself in the glass - mark the weight / Adrift in a object labyrinth / The room and the city / At 52 hertz we’ll be ok / My fortress in the Metropolis / The world at our feet / Across that polished threshold / On my way to our familiar-far away / What a difference distance makes / Uncomfortable in the metaphor / But okay on your end is okay on mine / Although I’ve never been inside / I’ll see you in the museum of our minds /
barbican III
24.2
core and coffered roof
irregular walls enclosed with copper roof
caro's plinth and barbican dark room
two pavilion fabric
three forms with a central glazed element
thomas j price sculptures + working archive
three timber frames
a central spine and checkerboard roof
two parallel concrete walls and a birch garden
walls and openings as frames
public platform & a garden below
geometric wall and parallel stair
informal void between north and south mass
anchored L-shaped brick wall with dynamic partitions
