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Summer 2021
Some stray event, a random thought touched a memory the other day, an image. I can’t recall where or when I first saw it. I found a copy online, put it on my desktop, and just gazed. It touched me lightly, deeply, taking me outside myself, back within in ways I have yet to define or explain. I keep looking at it but the picture deflects all reason, focused sight, insight, returning me only to what it is, a picture of six persimmons.
An essay with marginal connection to architecture. I make this case, however, that architecture, like all cultural efforts, should depend upon close inspection of the world and some base of reflection—and realize it doesn’t have all the answers.
Deeply engaging meditation on the 6 persimmons and the unsettling ambiguity of our times that captures the essence of Zen.