rivers + time + cities
Rivers are the last open valleys of the urban terrain, the last remaining paths where man may re-establish his rights to access and enjoyment. They are also the ecological system that demands the highest priority in conservation and protection. More than any other catalyst, riversides hold the greatest hope for beginning a revival of confidence in the urban physical environment.
An architectural, urban and social understanding of physical surroundings, has pushed the creation of the Rivers +Time + Cities. This architectural artistic and analytical project relies on personal architectural understanding of cities` growth and scale, the evolution of rivers with human habitations along them.
An architectural, urban and social understanding of physical surroundings, has pushed the creation of the Rivers +Time + Cities. This architectural artistic and analytical project relies on personal architectural understanding of cities` growth and scale, the evolution of rivers with human habitations along them.
''The links between Paris and the Seine are as old as the city itself, whose history can hardly be imagined without that of its rivers''.
Isabelle Bakouche, La trace du fleuve, la Seine et Paris (1750-1850)
Isabelle Bakouche, La trace du fleuve, la Seine et Paris (1750-1850)
'(...) the process of landscape extends not only across space but also across time – that the concept of historical continuity and the individual and collective human engagement and experience of this continuity are central to the processes of remembering on the landscape.'
Kieran McCarthy, A River of Memory: Landscape, Narrative, and Identity in the Lee Valley, Co. Cork, Ireland
Kieran McCarthy, A River of Memory: Landscape, Narrative, and Identity in the Lee Valley, Co. Cork, Ireland
“Ne thence the Irish Rivers absent were, Sith no lesse famous than the rest they bee, And ioyne in neighbourhood of kingdom nere, Why should they not likewise in love agree, And ioy likewise this solemne day to see? (...)There also was the wide embayed Mayre, The pleasant Bandon crowned with many a wood, The spreading Lee, that like an Island fayre Enclose the Corke with his deuided flood; And baleful Oure, late staind with English blood: With many more whose names no tongue can tell.” Edmund Spenser