After all the busy-ness of the last few months, working on York:Moments, it has been a welcome thing to have a wee bit of time to reflect on the work that went into the project, and what it meant to bring the work back to the community.
What a gift that experience has been.
In the aftermath of our portion of the project, I’ve also had some fantastic conversations with people … two of which led me back to this post, which I wrote back in 2013 while Marian and I were working on the original YORK material.
I feel like it sums up a good deal about York:Moments as well … the way that work opened up some space to talk about the tension between ‘public’ and ‘private’ configurations of space, who has the power to determine the future of both public & private spaces, how sanctuaries of various types are crucial for the health and sustainability of neighbourhoods. How safe spaces can hold memories, how they can contribute to story-making, and the preservation of histories of all sorts.
Roger-Pol Droit has this to say about his bed:
My bed … Everyone would acknowledge to be a thing. In spite of which, when I am stretched out on it, I cannot bring myself to think of it as a thing. … It is more like a co-ordinate in space, a state elongation, of lying down. A structuring of the world, rather than an object in the world. p. 80 – 81.
However, in the ‘vertical (or upright) world’, Droit contends that a bed becomes simply
A thing amongst things. However personal, however charged with associations, with emotions, with past and future memories. You are born in one and will die in one; you make love in it, dream in it, take refuge in it, weep in it, go to pieces in it. Every rite of passage takes place within its narrow confines. Yet as soon as we have to…
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