Are we born knowing how to architect? And if so, does this inherent gift or
sensibility get lost as we funnel through time? Does is gradually begin to trickle
away as soon as we leave the womb?
I am interested in the architecture that is instilled within us. Something inherent,
as deep as the fields and the earliest farmers. The sudden life we receive, and
our gentle ebb away until death. The architectural capabilities we possess from the
beginning but forget or neglect to hone, or that perhaps society guides us away
from. The enterprising man, and the first untutored builders. How the body’s tools
made pragmatic decisions through explorative trial and error from the beggining of
time.