The Architects' Picnic
Taking up space, whether dead or alive, is only pertinent with the existence of those who seek to remember. Without this fundamental principle of remembering, it could be argued that there is almost no purpose for taking up any form of space on this earth. If the notion that we only really die when our names are no longer voiced out loud is true, then the ritual of yearly visitations to loved ones at their burial sites would ensure immortality. This is what the traditional Korean ritual of Jesa is. If in fact it is true - that paying respect to the dead by speaking aloud names and memories made together is an assurance of eternal life… This truth would only be until the death of the next generation of humans and so on.
For me this thesis has always been about the journey towards the paramount element of the living from a place of dead - the shift to consumption from confinement, and to go from an architecture of enclosure to quite the opposite, the architecture of revelation. This architectural interpretation lies in the essence of human life - food.
The Architects’ Picnic is a personal investigation of the culture I was exposed to for a short, brief moment in my early childhood and more recently, my early adulthood. It requires just four elements - the blanket, the mound of grass, the basket of food and the dead.