The Shetland
Times
headline announced: ‘Mareel wins award.’ The report referred to the
Commendation from the Civic Trust Awards - see the Shetlandarts report below.
Gosh! Having written a less than favorable piece on this new arts complex in
Lerwick, that was submitted for publication locally but not published, one has
to question oneself on this critique that saw serious problems and various
weaknesses with this building: see - http://voussoirs.blogspot.com.au/2013/05/the-mareel-new-arts-complex-for-lerwick.html and http://voussoirs.blogspot.com.au/2013/12/surprising-mareel-numbers.html Has one missed something? Is one’s judgment
askew? Part of the critique was that the building lacked a significant civic
role in the town. Tucked away down on the old docks beside a new office block,
between a carpark and the harbour, the centre seemed to rely on the recall of
published images for its identity rather than any rich and regular involvement
in community experience beyond being an entertainment destination. Now it gets
a civic award! Is it that there is a difference between what a building would
like to be seen as and what one actually sees, experiences? Have the judges
looked too favourably on this project as the managed photographs do? Can one
see what one believes, or wants to believe? One has to remember that the judges
have perhaps visited Shetland as tourists/guests for the first time, maybe on a
trip paid for by others, a situation that could add a certain excitement to the
event; and possibly a flattering glow to any assessment. Do circumstances like
this modify perceptions? Has architectural experience become something sought
after, to be self-consciously reviewed and rationally assessed, evaluated,
rather than being something sensed in the everyday manner that Steen Eller
Rasmussen wrote about (Experiencing Architecture) - its just being there
beautifully, everyday, in the everyday? Christopher Alexander has also written
about such subtle qualities: see Pattern Language and The Nature of
Order.
Kahn, ever sensitive
to matters concerning architecture and experience, spoke of buildings best
being what they themselves want to be. He elaborates on this idea with the
child-like story of the brick that wants an arch:
You say to a
brick, “What do you want, brick?” And brick says to you, “I like an arch.” And
you say to brick, “Look, I want one, too, but arches are expensive and I can use
a concrete lintel.” And then you say: “What do you think of that, brick?” Brick
says: “I like an arch.”
Louis Kahn is
referring to some ‘inner necessity’ in material, form and function that seeks
the native expression of itself, its self: to be what these forces want to
be/become. It was a concept promoted by the artist Wassily Kandinsky when he
wrote about the same quality in his art: that mystic demand for something to be
only what it is; what it wants to be. The question is: have we changed this
concept today to ‘what we want to see’ - that a building is best
comprehended as what we want to ‘see’ rather than what it wants to ‘be’?
Is this the
problem with much of our most recent architecture that its trying to be
different, outstanding, while really being otherwise: somewhat rude and crude,
while arguing for care and context, or just ignoring everything in favour of
the challenge of the expression of personal genius? It seems that the Mareel
would love to be seen as an heroic, sculptural complex, a cleverly and
complexly formed waterfront building reflected as a glowing glory on the old
dock: all grand with its pictorially tricky modelling structuring a perspective
illusion that gives a pretence of three dimensional interactive shaping when it
is all really very two dimensional - a folded plate mirrored to make an
ordinary pair of skillion sheds pushed together. It looks as though it has
desires to be seen as art, arty, whereas it appears to exist more in the realm
of the artful when experienced by the ordinary day-to-day passerby of everyday
Lerwick who might get a glimpse of the intersection of the roofs below the
harbour waters and distant Bressay between older nearby buildings. All of this
apparent wish list of style has to be remembered and imposed on the recalled
vision of the place because the true impressions, the daily civic vistas, are,
sadly, more than mundane. Here matters ‘civic’ have to be sought out and seen
in a certain manner to be appreciated. One only has to look over the
harbour-front street wall through the housing to realize that ‘civic’ does not
describe this view.
The new Shetland
Island Council offices seem to hold a more ‘civic’ presence than the Mareel
that is squeezed in off to one side of this office complex that proudly closes
the street vista. Little wonder this building is confused with the Mareel – see
below. To get closer to anything that might be considered a civic quality of
the Mareel, one has to detour away from the busy Lerwick street life and move
down past these offices and the Mareel car parking areas to the remote
waterfront. However this fact does not appear to be recognized at all in any
review. The Mareel seems to seek to be otherwise, grand and grandly grandiose:
a great piece of art - Architecture. One might suppose that politically it has
to be this way given its turbulent history. Perhaps the Mareel carries enough
critical baggage now without having any more negatives bundled onto it.
How does this
seeing happen? Do we create places in our imagination? Are we trained to see
buildings by magazines that create cunning, memorable photographic images that
we carry with us? Does memory change our readings and understandings of a
place? I can recall father’s complaints about harsh, hated Australia and his
dreams of home, Shetland. His island home was a place with: no vermin; no heat;
no savage weather; no floods or droughts; no bush fires; no bush. His chant was
the last line of The Pommes Farewell (and The Bushman’s Farewell to
Queensland): ‘Thou scorching, sunburnt land of hell!’ Shetland was always a
beautiful, pure, treeless place of peace and beauty. Indeed, photographs
support this vision. It does not take one long to discover midges, crawling
insects, bad weather, flooding burns and houses; no heat or drought, but ice,
snow and sludge, and a few house/shed fires - just different troubles,
nuisances and frustrations. Memories seem to highlight certain matters and shun
others; they mould understandings of experience: they idealize.
The 'everyday' Mareel
Eastern image of Mareel with 'remote' Lerwick behind, from harbour
The idea of the
basic Mareel ‘M’ form has certainly been moulded by the camera being located at
one special spot where parapets and barges are seen to splay three
dimensionally, and window heads align with adjacent barges to suggest a
continuity and juxtaposition that never really is. Yet this is the predominant
identity that is promoted. For a random collection of photographs of the Mareel
see: https://www.google.com.au/search?q=mareel+cinema&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ei=ov05U6iyH4O0kgWJ5oGADw&ved=0CAYQ_AUoAQ&biw=1680&bih=959
Why has the
critical eye of the camera neglected the Mareel? The camera can be as brutally
honest as it can be brutally dishonest, if it wants to be: well, if the
photographer wants it to be. Do we carry an image of a building or place that
has been given to us, provided for us, pushed upon us by the iconic,
promotional, glossy magazine representation that is only a special photographic
view that can be seen from a unique place, in a special light, through an
exceptional lens, with a special eye, at an unusually different stance, height,
angle, level and location such as that used for the Mareel, the Guggenheim,
etc., etc.? There are numerous examples of the special view created by the
technology of the camera. Dare one ever start to talk about the ‘photoshopped’
image? To consider the making of whole new digital worlds is an aspect of the
new technologies that will take us far beyond our present musings.
The question is:
do we see things in the way we think about them? Consider le Corbusier at la
Tourette: see - http://voussoirs.blogspot.com.au/2012/05/corbusier-renaissance-man.html Here the expectations arising from
Corbusier’s functional fragmentation of form into sculptural expression, and
his enormous reputation, appear to blind the eye to the theatrical games of
large, dramatic ‘musical’ walls that become toilet windows; and the
eye-catching array of private balconies, some of which are uselessly located
off bathrooms and stairs, another inaccessible; all in arrangements
specifically maintained to suit the desired appearance of the facades no matter
what the function behind these identical places might be. How many see these
foibles as they drool over the ‘magic’ of this masterful place that one assumes
to have been integrally shaped by the unique rigour of inspired genius rather
than deliberately manipulated, fudged, to create an attractive desired image?
One might use
the experience of seeking out the new Glasgow Museum of Transport as an example
of photographs superseding experience - of informing it, for they did: see - http://voussoirs.blogspot.com.au/2012/05/bell-and-fish-two-glasgow-museums-part_04.html The visit seemed to be necessary because of
a desire to confirm the understanding, to see the real forms and to know more
about them. One checked the general location on a map before leaving the hotel
and started walking from central Glasgow without knowing the way in any detail
or with any certainty. This is one means by which one can get a true feeling
for a city: to see it; to touch it; to sense it: to participate in it. As one
seemed to be getting closer, the eye kept alert for a wriggly form, looking for
it in order to verify the accuracy of the direction one had taken along
streets, through lanes and over bridges. Then it was seen in the distance
across a vacant site fenced in chain wire: see - http://voussoirs.blogspot.com.au/2012/01/pedestrian-approach.html
A rare photograph of Glasgow's Transport Museum from the wasteland: water and wide-angle views are preferred
Ah, there it is.
It was recognized - re-cognized - even though it had never been seen before;
and yes, it wriggles! - but the context looked unusual. Is it possible to walk
to it in this cluttered, disregarded mess along a muddy, dirt track? This
wasteland shambles had not been seen before. The photographs had never revealed
that this new building stood alone on riverside badlands that seemed to be
waiting patiently for some unknown development. The images had all been
carefully cropped to emphasize the unique character of the fancy shed. Does
this experience highlight how we come to know things falsely? Google
‘Streetview’ also prepares us for what we are seeking out, but without such
culling of things deemed undesirable. It is more honest. Still, the carefully chosen
photographs that are themselves works of art become our recollection and
expectation in spite of any ‘Streetview’ - such is their power and authority.
Where's the entrance? This was one of the final critiques of the International style, before it was totally discredited. Eero Saarinen's CBS Building, New York prompted this question
As one gets
closer to the real seeing of the thing in place, doubts, questions and thoughts
that had never been entertained previously arise: where is the entrance? How do
I get to it? Can I get to the car park and cross it? There is a period of panic
when one discovers that the point of approach to this place is not immediately
evident. Surely one does not have to backtrack over the rail line? The
organization and relationships have to be learned, discovered. Signs are sought
out to assist. Oh! These are like the context of the empty waterside place: I
had never seen the graphics before - glowing lime green dots arrayed into
letterforms. Was legibility important here or just designed style? One finally
assumes that the entry is near the brightest glow of dots and trusts instinct
alone.
The iconic image that made the cover of AR
Same view by night - well, dusk (either, or: that favoured time for architectural images)
The detailed
readings of the Transport Museum did not comply with the learned appearance:
they surprised, as did the discovery of the door buried in the dark glass wall
enclosed by the wriggles. One assumes so much from the published gloss. It seemed that
the whole was more important than the part - the door. The parts added more and
more complexity to the original vision that had been learned again. We see
appearances only, know of them schematically at first and then learn more as we
acquire a certain experience of them. Some perceptions may have to be
completely rearranged; some changed; some discarded. We do not see the real
building in the images; ironically, we may not see the real building because of
these memories: consider Corb’s false balconies that get overlooked in the
drooling of being there in the work of the hero. In much the same manner we
overlook Corb’s added confessionals at Ronchamp. The early plans did not
illustrate these swellings in the western wall adjacent to the pond. They have,
it appears, been squeezed in almost as an afterthought, by distorting the wall to
create a small cavity with a wall roof. This little chapel has two forms of
confessional: one pair made of blades like those at La Tourette, the others
more like those buried between stone columns in a cathedral. Is this difference
generated by necessity, the late demand for more confessionals? Parc de la Villette in Paris is another example of experienced difference. Here the beautiful concept and its marvellous plan transform expectations, readings and understandings into a hum of disappointment.
Parc Villette - lines, points and surfaces
The private balcony off the monk's cell at La Tourette
The private balconies continue on over the stair
The toilet is below these balconies immediately to the left of the stair with half-height frosted glass adjacent to urinal
Ronchamp: note confessional 'bubbles' in end wall and directly on wall opposite
The swelling of the confessionals in the western wall
The iconic wedge: note how the harbour view for those in the cafe gets lower and lower as it approaches the outlook
And the Mareel?
One walks around surprisingly big and bland forms never seen before in order to
discover the familiar photographed identity that has become the place to see
the building from, to confirm the remembered image. One needs to see the
triangular window that creates such iconic drama and goes looking for it. Other
views of the complex are rarely published, so they are a surprise when seen.
They are sometimes real ‘eye-openers’ when they show a total lack of regard for
any civic relationship with Lerwick and any consideration for neighbours.
Yet this situation that is just so obvious, is never commented upon. Must only
blind eyes see these views and relationships? The glory of this place is hyped
with the image from only the one place. The idea of one fixed concept is the
preferred image for many buildings: “This is the image.” The Mareel is
used as an example here because this circumstance of the promotion of a
preferred image is so exceptional. Wholeness and its experience, it seems, has
become another part of our lack of concern with buildings and place.
The Mareel from the western approach
Yet there is a
surprise. The image of the Mareel presented in the news release on the latest
award, (see below), shows a photograph taken from the street that approaches
the Mareel from the west. It is a beautiful image but relies on alignments and
graphics that are just as clever as those in the ‘classic’ Mareel promotional
presentation: see the analysis of these images below. So the Mareel can be said
to have two viewpoints worthy of promotion, each equally manicured in its
careful composition; each plays with the intersections of the planes and
alignments in its own way.
View of western approach to Mareel (on a dry, sunny day without traffic blurring)
Note unusual alignment of light pole with sloping wall/roof framing the 'civic' entrance space that provides access for
seating capacity of 535; add another 400 for a standing crowd (Wikipedia figures)
Note unusual alignment of light pole with sloping wall/roof framing the 'civic' entrance space that provides access for
seating capacity of 535; add another 400 for a standing crowd (Wikipedia figures)
Idyllic visions
- imagined designs: how often do we get surprised when seeing the real fabric
and form of a building for the first time? The classic trick of the
photographer is framing, excluding unwanted adjacencies. McCloud’s Grand
Designs (Channel 4) - see: http://voussoirs.blogspot.com.au/2013/02/grand-design.html
http://voussoirs.blogspot.com.au/2013/08/is-architecture-just-grand.html
http://voussoirs.blogspot.com.au/2013/08/skye-high-bespoke.html does it all the time. What frequently looks
like broad open fields of beautiful English countryside becomes, with the
occasional distracted swing of the camera, a site with neighbours on both sides
within a few metres of a busy street.
The Staatsgalerie Stuttgart: the motorway has been carefully cropped
Google Street View of the Staatsgalerie Stuttgart showing motorway
One
unforgettably startling context was that of the Stirling/Wilford Stuttguart Art
Gallery. The story of the concept as published seemed to suggest a pedestrian
link had been created through the gallery to join the old mediaeval town to its
neighbouring areas. The path across the site was indeed a core idea of the
forming and its shaping, and the planning, but the big surprise was that, after
finding a car park, and walking to the gallery, this grand, banded
travertine/sandstone massing with pink tubular trims was actually located
beside an enormously wide and grand open, busy motorway, Versailles-like in its
presence, but with six plus lanes of hectic movement and a constant, dull roar.
The old town was on one side of this thoroughfare, the gallery on the other,
directly on its fringe. The gallery overlooked the motorway void; it addressed
it.
Why have this
pedestrian way leading nowhere? What was this access here but an idea somewhat
like Corb’s Carpenter Center for the Visual Arts at Harvard, that does connect
parts of the campus? Is it merely an excuse to shape things differently and
involve various self-conscious distortions and complications that could be rationalized
by the idea of a thoroughfare? The path related to very little that might
interest a pedestrian in the city other than one intrigued with the inner
workings of the gallery. Linking the freeway side to the service side of this
complex hardly makes for a beautiful civic idea or experience. There was no
necessity here; but it did open up the gallery to juxtaposed sculpted forms and
shapes, and intertwined vistas for their own unique interest, and for that of
the photographers. The awkward context of this gallery had been disguised by
very clever, precise framings to create an identity that was reinforced by the
story that had been created to tell of a quaint idea that never was or ever
could be. Yet one carried and still caries these promotional concepts, such is
their strength. The remembered images of this gallery are still all framed very
carefully, precisely, apart from those I recorded. My preference is for a
critical eye - a critical camera rather than an artful one. Then there was the
astonishment of the landscaping here too, pots with what are declared nuisance
plants here in Australia: oleanders; cacti; wandering Jew, etc., all struggling
to survive in the Stuttgart motorway climate. These were clumsily arrayed in a
row along the freeway wall with its huge pink rail, as though someone, not the
architect, had sensed the need to attempt to ‘soften’ the motorway edge. One
assumes that this huge pink 400mm tube can be called a rail: a buffer rail?
Unlike this great rail, this ‘landscaping’ had always been cut out of the
preferred images too.
Photography can
be blamed for this deceptive game because it can just as easily show the
awkward, the bad, the ill-formed, as well as construct the beautiful. One can
only assume that there is someone, somewhere culling the images, selecting
those ‘preferred’ shots that ‘capture something,’ and discarding the others so
that the impression is created as one would like the place to be seen: to see
it as. This strategy can be clearly noted in the work of Serge Jacques, (Gilles
Neret, Serge Jacques Folies de Paris-Hollywood, Taschen, Icon Series),
who spent a lifetime photographing near-naked/naked ladies. His sheets of proof
prints are crossed and circled to highlight the discards and the preferred
shots. The latter were much the fewer in number than the former. Photography
seeks its own visions that may not ever be so other than as a photographic
identity. One notes how Jaques, in his own introductory writing, talks of the
transformation of the less than ordinary into photographic beauty: how stuffy,
humid rooms, rudimentary, makeshift spaces, and temporary sets roasting under
the steamy heat of special lighting, were all a struggle to overcome in order
to achieve the illusion; how the constant battle was to avoid perspiration, drab grime and dusty spaces. The challenge was to make young ladies arrayed
with what effectively were sundry theatrical items choreographed in a shambles
of a specially lighted room look wonderful, erotic, through the eye of the
lens. That a photograph does not lie has become a falsehood, especially in our
era of digital manipulation, the ‘photoshopping’ that only adds a further
complication to our understanding of our world. One has to read a photograph as
another different reality, not one that expresses the real.
It seems that
architecture has become the promotion of the preferred image and story: maybe
art has become this too? Consider Francis Bacon and his favoured strategy that
it seems never was: see - http://voussoirs.blogspot.com.au/2013/01/bacons-sacrambled-studio-francis.html
Even cities
carry this baggage in cinema, in movies where cliché images create the ‘norm’
that is accepted without question in the tantalizing flow of imagery identified
as: those tapering, towering vertical shots; those long tunnel street vistas;
those traffic and traffic light scenes of havoc; those slick forms of gleam and
glass; the uniquely quirky details of polished, quirky forms. They all scream
‘city’ - ‘modern city’ - as memory, rarely as experience. We immediately
recognize these places and buildings as icons, even though they are schematic
or distorted, or in part, collaged quickly, seamlessly, suggestively. These
symbols train us to read our cities through low cameras; high cameras; turned
cameras; wide lenses; telephoto lenses; fade-is; fade-outs. We are even told
how to act in these places, such is the power of photography, the drama of
theatre, the authority of the cinema. Our lives can be managed by photographic
expectations established elsewhere by others.
Consider the
little politician who always likes to be photographed from ankle-level to give
the appearance of a towering figure: e.g. John Howard, Campbell Newman, when
the reality is always otherwise. Is it a desire to conceal the baldhead? Frank
Lloyd Wright did likewise, but he had a full head of hair. Wright’s dramatic
image of grandeur was so persuasive that upon his death, when he was laid out on
the horse-drawn dray to be walked to his resting place beside his lover, one
student commented on his surprise at seeing how such a very small, frail man
this architectural giant was. It is through photography that we are asked to
see the dwarf form as a giant, heroic. It is through our memories that we carry
the identity and the expectation of the image and its size. That the Robbie
House is so small in scale is something that has been frequently commented upon
by many of its visitors. The surprise is that the drama of the photographic
image makes it appear much larger than it really is.
Campbell Newman (Premier Queensland, Australia)
Is this stance looking up the nose or down the nose?
Is this stance looking up the nose or down the nose?
The personal
discrepancy in size becomes a puzzling intimidation when things are experienced
differently, creating an awkward pause in perception that is always used against
one to favour the brash and bold who want their glory; they grab it. The
identity becomes overwhelming and is used in this manner, to overwhelm.
Architects frequently seek the same for their buildings. It is said that Harry
Seidler always photographed his own buildings himself with his own camera to
establish the preferred viewpoints prior to briefing the professional
photographer who was directed to the identified locations. The situation is not
unlike a version of Wittenstein's duck-rabbit, seeing as, but it is not as
ambiguously clever or entrancing. It is far more blatant in its singular
intent. It is really a forced viewing of ‘seeing as’ - as ‘I’ want it to be
seen as.
Wittgenstein's duck-rabbit
It is certainly
not alone, but the Mareel is probably the extreme in this context of selective
viewpoints, so much so that its different aspects are never revealed and will
not be discussed publicly. It is not as though the everyday identity is similar
to or can be seen in the same light as the preferred shot. These alternative views
are alien to it. They are the other parts of the place that highlight such a
difference as to make one ask about the reason for the predominance of the ‘one
shot.’ Why effectively ‘conceal’ the remainder 359 degree views of this
freestanding arts development? Well, the other 358 degrees, as the street view
illusion has been created too: (see below). One can understand that promotional
hype only wants good, but no one seems to want to know anything differently. Is
this island coherence, insularity; dare one suggest political scheming?
It seems
unlikely as the selection and promotion of preferred images is an international
problem. Maybe technology has allowed this to happen? Maybe it encourages such
manipulations? The cinema tricks us all the time with its camera locations that
are ignored in order to promote the idea of a person, alone, entering an empty
room. Looking back just to the 1950’s, one can see what changes there have been
in copying, reproduction, photography, printing and publication. What were once
crude black and white images on rough, off-white paper with texts all handset
in hard, uneven type, is now all slick, full-colour, glossy perfection created
by technology that allows touch up and 'corrections' to create the desired
image immediately: see - http://voussoirs.blogspot.com.au/2011/02/classic-difference.html
No longer is it just a physical camera angle or a carefully held tree branch
that can change the image: it is the very substance of the process itself that
can remake the vision of the vision; in architecture, remake to the vision of
the architect ‘god’ and recreate her ‘glory.’ We have a new understanding of
the old adage that ‘seeing is believing’ when we ‘see what we believe.’
Stittgart Gallery - details can change visions, become anchors for memory
The path through the cylinder - memorable parts recreate the whole as if a hologram
Glasgow Transport Museum - rarely seen from the water but remembered
These are the
images that we learn from. They start in error by being so perfectly printed in
such quality sheen. When the image itself is further modified by frames, angles
or clever digital games, then the illusion is multiplied; the error heightened.
So it is that we need more of the critical eye; the questioning camera; the
real, raw experience of place if we are to truly know it. This is essential,
because if we are learning from illusions, then we will only recreate them; and
the cycle will spin out into a self- referential nonsense of illusions of
illusions. We need experience, real experience of place, space, people,
materials, structures, landscape, and more, if we are going to create an
environment that can truly sustain us. Playing games is fun, but deceiving
ourselves is something that we allow at our own risk - and that of civilization
itself. We must become more honest with ourselves and with our environments:
the built environments and the natural ones too. They must work together to
create a place of rigour and substance rather than a mirage, a pretense that we
might like to drool over with clever eye and conceited words, boasting about
our own cleverness. We really cannot afford such indulgences. We need to be true
to ourselves, honest, in the same way as Kahn calls for buildings to be - what
they want to be; what they have to be. We must maintain an inner integrity in
everything we do if we too are, as Shakespeare said, 'to be.'
Shetlandarts
Mareel has received a Commendation from the Civic Trust
Awards, one of only five Scottish projects to receive a Commendation. From 238
applications, 134 were progressed for consideration by the National Panel (12
from Scotland). A total of 79 national and international projects were rewarded
with a Civic Trust Award, Commendation, or Community Recognition.
Commendations are given to projects
that make a significant contribution to the quality and appearance of the built
environment and demonstrate a good
standard of architecture or design, sustainability, universal design and
provide a positive social, cultural, environmental or economic benefit to the
local community.
Managed by Shetland Arts Development Agency, the leading
arts agency in Shetland, Mareel is the UK’s most northerly music, cinema and
creative industries centre.
The building, designed by Gareth Hoskins Architects, is
situated in a prominent quayside area in Lerwick, adjacent to the Shetland
Museum and Archives and incorporates: a live performance auditorium, two cinema
screens, rehearsal rooms, a recording studio, education and training spaces, a
digital media production suite, broadcast facilities and a cafe bar with free,
high speed wi-fi internet access. Providing a year round programme of film,
live music, education and other performance events, Mareel is a hub and a focus
for the creative communities in Shetland and beyond.
Mareel. Photo by Phatsheep Photography.
In their Commendation the Civic Trust Awards described
Mareel as: “a key element in the regeneration of [the] waterfront edge of the
town.” They added: “The architectural response reflects the tradition of
simple, robust forms and echoes the materiality of the fishing industry
buildings dotted along the waterfront.
Shetland Arts’ Director, Gwilym Gibbons, said: “Mareel
is a very special venue. A tribute to the design is the speed and the way in
which people have made Mareel their new creative home. Mareel has one of the
best attended cinemas in the UK, a busy recording studio linked to the main
auditorium with a sought after acoustic quality that has led artists to choose
Shetland over other studios in the UK. The venue also houses the delivery of
further and higher education courses and a broad range of live music is
performed on the Mareel stage, regularly live streamed to the world through our
in house broadcast partner 60 North TV. It has become a buzzing creative hub
with a busy cafe bar which doubles up as an important social and business
meeting point. Mareel a huge cultural asset, an asset that has value far beyond
Shetland shores and for generations to come.”
AN ANALYSIS OF
THE IMAGES
Mareel: Photo by
Phatsheep Photography (one rainy night with traffic)
John Coutts' image of the Mareel from car park (one sunny day without traffic): unusually, foyer car park views are preferred to harbour views
The analysis of
this image created by Phatsheep Photography is no critique of this beautiful
image or its creators. The idea is to explore how this image manages to
recreate its special identity of the Mareel through careful composition, in
much the same manner as a Renaissance painting is deconstructed with an
analysis of the compositional arrangement and its critical alignments: see - http://muddycolors.blogspot.com.au/2013/12/a-baroque-composition.html The investigation seeks to understand how a
photograph can modify understanding and challenge experience.
One assumes that
the image has not been photoshopped, although the spill of light on the
southern wall and the careful articulation of the streaming lights do make one consider the possibility.
This is one of
the few images not from the preferred location out on the dock in front of the
Shetland Museum and Archives Building. It is a carefully crafted image that
takes advantage of the wet surfaces, the play of light and the alignments of
the massings. It is a wet night so reflections and streaming car lights dazzle
the eye into reading an attractive patterning of place that is really not there.
The streamers disguise the car park entrance precinct that the bright foyer looks out
to. The wide-angle lens and careful cropping have all been managed judiciously.
The organisation of the alignments of various elements around the one vanishing point gives a coherence to the whole massing - compare modern city image (see above)
In the
photograph, one can see the ‘stairway to heaven’ in the illuminated foyer; the
glowing foyer space itself that looks out to the car park away from the harbour
views and the distant lights of the Northlink ferry that can interestingly be
glimpsed on the right of the bland south wall of the cinema centre in the
image above the eye-catching white reflection, the brightest mass in the image that encourages the eye movement to the vanishing point on the right.
The rawness of
the carpark has been covered by wriggling bands of red and white streamers that
heighten the perspective angles with a drama frequently seen in skies. The
stopping and starting of these attractive lines is significant for the reading
of the whole, as it their direction. The sky also shares in the structuring of
this angular highlighting, but seems real. Shetland does get grand skies; but
not grand car parks.
The streamers
form an array of lines angling off the same vanishing point as the ridge of the
higher roof and the road. The shrewdest alignment in this image is that of the
lower roof barge line that also aligns with this same vanishing point, creating
an illusion of coherence that reinforces the drama in much the same manner as
the primary image does to the whole. This generates the illusion that it just
not there in the true everyday, daylight experience of this place as best
recorded by John Coutts.
The broad bland
southern wall has been made more ‘interesting’ by the lighting that changes the
scale and proportion of this surface and reinforces the vanishing point drama
with its light dark division. This bright surface also drags the eye deeper
into the vista.
The construction line of the solids ties the building into the landscape and echoes the alignment of the clouds
This image of
the Mareel from the approach road from the west is just as enigmatic as that of
the ‘classic’ image taken from the north-east. The structuring of both images
is equally self-conscious, with the angles being carefully selected for the
appropriate alignments. In one case, the north-east view, the barge line of one
mass is aligned with the window head so as to create an illusion of
three-dimensional complexity, with the horizontal parapet appearing angled to its vanishing point to mirror its neighbouring skillion roof to suggest a match
rather than a contrast.
In the western
image, the alignment of one roof line is such that it conforms with the
perspective vanishing point of the road and southern wall, highlighting a
dramatic vision that is further modified by lights and darks, and streaming red
and white vehicle light lines that likewise vanish to the same point. Compare
this drama with the John Coutts' daylight shot and the blander 'M' photographs. There
is a beautiful illusion being created here that seeks to tell us how to see
this building.
These are wonderful photographs; this is not the problem. It is that they are just good images that bear little in resemblance to any experienced reality other than one that one might want to try to see things in this manner. This is the concern. Real experience is not illustrated here – just an ideal vision of photographic art that uses the Mareel as its base material, to transform it into true art, very artfully, skillfully, as a part of a uniquely structured photographic composition. This is an example of how architectural works are presented to us, to inform us; to train us to see.
The compositional line integrates the building into the harbour and the sky with an enhanced, wedge-formed, almost symmetrical pictorial division
These are wonderful photographs; this is not the problem. It is that they are just good images that bear little in resemblance to any experienced reality other than one that one might want to try to see things in this manner. This is the concern. Real experience is not illustrated here – just an ideal vision of photographic art that uses the Mareel as its base material, to transform it into true art, very artfully, skillfully, as a part of a uniquely structured photographic composition. This is an example of how architectural works are presented to us, to inform us; to train us to see.
Note how and
where the streaming stops; note the lights and darks on the southern wall; note
the lights and darks in the sky; note the change in the dark mass of the upper
triangle; note the highlights, the bright spots, how they drag the eye to the
vanishing point away from the Mareel mass, the real mass with its own
relationships that hold less drama without these additions (see the Coutts image).
This is only one
way to see the building, just as that other location becomes another. Is this
the award way of seeing places? Do we carry these preferred images with us and layer them onto our everyday reading with a forgiving, optimistic eye?
The rare image of the Mareel from the east, the less well remembered 'static' image seen only as broken roof lines from the streets of Lerwick (see above)
The diagonal of the image uses the old dock alignment to enhance the impression of coherence
The Mareel from the favourite location, north, out on the harbour dockside (one sunny, cloudy day)
NOT THE MAREEL!
As with the
photographic images that eulogize, this is not the Mareel either: only the
location is nearly correct!
On the comment
in the critique - see: http://voussoirs.blogspot.com.au/2013/05/the-mareel-new-arts-complex-for-lerwick.html
- that one confuses the new Council buildings with the Mareel, it can be noted
that this confusion has been recorded formally by others.
See: http://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/2359970 where the new Shetland Islands Council
office building is illustrated and described as ‘The Mareel under construction,
Lerwick.’ Mike Pennington does an excellent job with his recording of places
throughout Shetland, but he might like to correct this error. One can see how
it can be easily made. It was certainly my first impression too, until it was
realized that the image did not match the vision held in the memory; nor was it
close to this. One was left puzzled for some seconds before the Mareel-like
forms appeared around the corner to the left.
near to Lerwick,
Shetland Islands, Great Britain
The Mareel under construction, Lerwick |
The Mareel, a cinema and theatre venue, has had a controversial history, with many in Shetland arguing that the building may not be value for money.
© Copyright Mike
Pennington and
licensed for reuse under
this Creative Commons
Licence.
year taken
Grid Square
HU4741, 665 images (more nearby)
Photographer
Mike
Pennington (find more nearby)
Image
classification
Geograph
Date Taken
Saturday, 16 April,
2011 (more nearby)
Submitted
Saturday, 16 April,
2011
Category
Building remains
after explosion (more nearby)
Subject Location
OSGB36: HU
473 418 [100m
precision]
WGS84: 60:9.5029N 1:8.8865W
WGS84: 60:9.5029N 1:8.8865W
Photographer
Location
OSGB36: HU
474 417
View Direction
NORTH
(about 0 degrees)
(NOTE: The Mareel is located at North Ness, Lerwick)
(NOTE: The Mareel is located at North Ness, Lerwick)
MAREEL IMAGES
For a broad, unedited collection of photographs of the Mareel see: https://www.google.com.au/search?q=mareel+cinema&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ei=ov05U6iyH4O0kgWJ5oGADw&ved=0CAYQ_AUoAQ&biw=1680&bih=959
POEMS OF AUSTRALIA
The Pommes Farewell
AUSTRALIA! thou art a land of pests,
For flies and fleas one never rests;
E’en now mosquitoes round me revel;
In fact they are the very devil.
Sandflies and hornets just as bad –
They nearly drive a fellow mad.
The scorpion and centipede,
With stinging ants of every breed,
Fever and ague with shakes,
Tarantulas and poisonous snakes;
Iguanas, lizards, cockatoos,
Bushrangers, logs and jackeroos,
Bandicoots and swarms of rats,
Bulldog ants and native cats,
Stunted timber, thirsty plains,
Parched up deserts, scanty rains.
There’s rivers here you can’t sail ships on,
There’s nigger women without shifts on.
There’s humpies, huts, and wooden houses,
And nigger men who don’t wear trousers.
There’s Barcoo rot and sandy blight,
There’s dingoes howling all the night,
There’s curlews’ wails and croaking frogs,
There’s savage blacks and native dogs.
There’s scentless flowers and stinging trees,
There’s poisonous grass and Darling peas,
Which drive the cattle raving mad,
Make sheep and horses just as bad.
And then it never rains in reason –
There’s drought one year and floods next season,
Which sweep the squatter’s sheep away,
And then there is the devil to pay.
To stay in thee, Oh! Land of Mutton!
I would not give a single button.
But bid thee now a long farewell,
Thou scorching, sunburnt land of Hell!
The Bushman’s Farewell To Queensland
There are several versions of this bit of old folklore still in
circulation. The present one has been slightly abbreviated, not for reasons of
censorship but because it seemed to me boringly over-long.
In With Malice Aforethought, edited by Bill Wannan.
Queensland, thou art a land of pests;
For flies and fleas one never rests.
E’en now mosquitoes round me revel –
In fact they are the very devil.
Sandflies and hornets, just as bad,
they nearly drive a fellow mad;
With scorpion and centipede
And stinging ants of every breed:
Fever and ague, with the shakes,
Tarantulas and poisonous snakes;
Iguanas, lizards, cockatoos,
Bushrangers and jackaroos,
Bandicoots and swarms of rats,
Bulldog ants and native cats;
Stunted timber, thirsty plains,
Parched-up deserts, scanty rains;
There’s rivers here you can’t sail ships on,
There’s native women without shifts on;
There’s humpies, huts, and wooden houses,
And native men who don’t wear trousers;
There’s Barcoo rot and sandy-blight,
There’s dingoes howling all the night;
There’s curlew’s wail, and croaking frogs,
There’s savage blacks and native dogs…
To stay in thee, O land of mutton,
I wouldn’t give a single button,
But bid thee now a long farewell,
Thou
scorching, sunburnt land of hell!
It is hoped that this is not the future of the Mareel - see
http://voussoirs.blogspot.com.au/2013/05/the-mareel-new-arts-complex-for-lerwick.html
15 April 2014
Serendipity or synchronicity? Maybe there is something of
both here. When reading Jan Morris’ Contact, A Book of Glimpses, Faber
and Faber, London, 2009, I came across the following lines on page 66:
More than most cities, Stockholm projects two images – the
one you have been led to expect and the one you discover for yourself.
This is the very point that this article seeks to expose.
The problem with architecture is that it specialises in training others,
tutoring the world, telling it what to expect: how to see a place, a building.
It is only when one arrives that one discovers the reality for oneself. The
argument is that we need to be more honest in our representations so that
expectations can be an enrichment rather than a disappointment; and ideas and
inspirations can be grounded on accurate first impressions rather than on delusions
and illusions.
18 June 2014
18 June 2014
Towards the end of The Mind’s Eye, (Oliver Sacks,
Picador, London, 2010), in the section that carries the name of the title of
this book, Sacks discusses theories of perception. These suggest how it might
be that we see what we believe.
p.236 . . . for there is no perception without action, no
seeing without looking.
p.230 . . . visual
perception depends on visual imagery, matching what the eye sees, the retina’s
output, with memory images in the brain. Visual recognition, they, (Kosslyn and
others), feel, could not occur without such matching. Kosslyn proposes,
furthermore, that mental imagery may be crucial in thought itself - problem
solving, planning, designing, theorizing.
see also: http://voussoirs.blogspot.com.au/2014/06/experience-and-architecture.html
see also: http://voussoirs.blogspot.com.au/2014/06/experience-and-architecture.html
On photographs and drawings see:
http://voussoirs.blogspot.com.au/2014/10/drawing-belfast-command-character.html
23 October 2015
Leone Huntsman Sand
in Our Souls The Beach in Australian History Melbourne
University Press, 2001, p.16:
Thus first
impressions were filtered through existing preconceptions, starkly
revealed in Sir Joseph Banks's description of the people seen from
Captain James Cook's Endeavour when it first touched on the
Australian continent in 1770:
In the morn we .
. . [discerned] 5 people who appeared through our glasses to be
enormously black: so far did the prejudices which we had built on
Dampier's account influence us that we fancied we could see their
Colour when we could scarce distinguish whether or not they were men.
Here Banks refers to
William Dampier's unfavourable accounts of the West Australian
aboriginal people in published accounts of his landings in 1688 and
1699, and reveals his own awareness of the extent to which perception
was influenced by expectation.
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