The poetics of space... In the Glass Void...


In my research into Michel Foucault Heterotopia, I have selected 3 spaces around the college to focus my attention further. After meeting with the Facility Manager and sending 2 proposals, I gained the permission to spend 2 days in each spaces.

The first space is the Glass Void between the Outside and Reception Area.Glass Void

It is a space between 2 spaces... between the inside and the outside...

A man held the door open for me today...

There is no electric light...

it is 8 paces and 1/5 long, 2 paces wide...

it is made of doors and glass... a surround of reflections of the inside on the outside and the outside on the inside...

it smells of damp carpet...

No one ever stays there more than it takes to open and go, to open and let someone pass, to open and let someone in,  to open bags and get the gloves/hat/umbrella/phone out...

Sometimes people slipstream others, or wiz in just before the doors close... great judgement of time, distance and speed... Must be an automotive student...

So when I stayed there for hours, people asked me if I was alright... or 'there must be a better space to read...'

Sometimes it is best to observe whilst doing something else, like reading the Phenomenology of Perception by Merleau Ponty... He says 'it is a matter of describing, not explaining and analysing...' ...' to return to the things themselves...'.

It is like a corridor but too short...

It is like a container for nothing...

it is a pause, an hesitation, a puzzle when the doors are pulled in... The outside doors only open outward... People forget, I forget...

 

                         Once a seagul heard in when a student came in...

There are mirriad of ways to enter and leave, the full shoulder push, the back push and twirl, the grand entrance (opening both doors), the timid (door open just enought to slip in)...

The first day concluded with a MA Painting student telling me about a myth from her native India, whereby a tirant king, who could not be killed anywhere inside or outside, was killed by an avatar of Lord Vishu in a space that was neither inside, neither outside... like the glass void.

For my second day, I looked at the glass void from the outside, on a cold and windy weather. The reflections on the glass panes again drew all my attention creating the illusion of twins, one walking inside as the other is walking outside... or people walking in meeting their reflection dead on...

It was the day when students were to submit their assessments. One person high fived god...

The smoking corner is well used and the reflections of bodies over bodies is distracting... Still, I find them superficial... the reflections I mean. I am not getting more from them. They are flat and confusing and nothing more at this stage... Strange considering that they are the key element of this space... 

Another ritual of access I see that day is searching for your pass, realising it has been left home, waiting to tag behind or waiting for someone else to arrive to let you in... this system of passes is most peculiar. I am not sure it has anything to do with securing the building..

I return inside to avoid those transparent mirrors, and in there my focus this time is on the sound. 

It is like a buffer of sort...

It is like a sound absorber...

It is like a protection, a step into, a transition,

like those entrances/exits stages in space films, with those air locks, 3 compartments to go through beforehand...

The Press Button to Exit is definitely a stage... an holdup... even a shock for some...

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This space is known as ‘the glass entrance’ 

Why not ‘The Glass Exit’

 

 

 

 

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