Sunday, November 29, 2009

"from her little room (invisible architecture of Eudora Welty)"


Contributed by: Carrie Schulz, MArch.


"The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time,

but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order,
the continuous thread of revelation."
-Eudora Welty

Appropriate(d) Detail circa 1989.


I have had to perform exercises in mapping.
Some for classes. Some for getting lost. Some for telling a story.

All involve sequencing.

Concrete Contrast, Philadelphia 2009




Does a map start with a point?
You are here:
in the center.


Grace Barrier, Philadelphia 2009


Or does a map start with a limit?
This is the edge:

Concrete Landscape, Philadelphia 2009



As you plot points, events, places,
what happens to the space between?
Do you remember the coast when you visit the mountains?


Appropriate(d) Detail circa 1988.


Do you take new surveys to verify old measurements?

Appropriate(d) Detail circa 1989.



(I went down to the lake, then, and gathered old details for new memories.)

Appropriate(d) Detail circa 1989.




Does a map tell you the past?
Do you capture a place, a memory?

Or does it give you a choice to venture out again,
and give cause for a new map?


Appropriate(d) Detail circa 1988.




(I walked a bag of lemons from one house to another: they brought out the light.)

Kingsport, TN 2009

Ten, still:
"All serious daring starts from within"
- Eudora Welty


Many thanks to Carrie Schulz for her thoughtful posting.
Empathinc. is currently exploring issues of (Being) in Space.
Next: "Invisible Architecture and the Topology of the Labyrinth"


5 comments:

Jane Schulz said...

Carrie, beautifully written and illustrated. In writing a memoir, you see where the sequences began and where events led them into a pattern. In living you never know the consequence of a given event or reaction. The important thing is to remain open to possibilities, as you are.

Thank you for the experience.

Mary D. Geitner said...

I love this quote. And I love my family. It is revealing to me that I love Eudora Welty and the mixture of her and concrete from 10th grade into graduate level projects cementing an ongoing understanding of the fabric of our lives. Not cotton.

People say concrete is hard, but I know otherwise: it's malleable. And I appreciate that about concrete, experience, sharing, posting comments, blogging, mapping in general.

I miss the hue of the winter trees in the north east, look that way with my eyes today and feel my heartburn (literally). I am there, I am here.

sheila e said...

I love the image of walking a bag of lemons. Eudora Welty is my hero, as is Carrie.

Leaving St Louis yesterday evening we saw the great arch reflected in the last gasp of sunlight covering the whole city. It was really beautiful and a good way to say goodbye to a 7-month trek that none of us had a map for....

One thing I did learn in St Louie Louie is how many indomitable seekers left that city and headed into the great unknownable.

great writing Carlotta.

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donna said...

i've enjoyed reading the dialogue amongst you - it certainly opens me up and for that I am thankful