I have a confession to make. After I finished my Master’s degree in English Lit, I didn’t pick up a book for a long, long time. Probably a month, which is a long time when you’re used to reading at least two books per week. I had no desire to read, and this bothered me greatly. After all, this was the time I was supposed to enjoy reading whatever I wanted (thankfully I am at that point again – I credit Suzanne Collins’ Hunger Games trilogy for this renewed interest).
But before this renewed interest, I was talking about my apathy towards literature with a friend a few months ago who did not seem surprised at all by this, and, in fact, thought it was normal. In response to my anxiety over not reading, he simply said, “So don’t read. Paint.”
This was a novel idea (no pun intended), and one the intrigued me because it’s not what I do. And I didn’t do it right away. Yesterday, however, a combination of curiosity, encouragement, and the desire to try something new produced this:
Not anything spectacular or post-worthy, I know. But the important thing is not so much how or what I painted than the fact that I painted. I painted! I I haven’t picked up a paintbrush since taking an art class in Grade 9. That’s ten years ago now. It makes you wonder about the things we give up because of time and circumstances, and which time and circumstances in our lives lead us back to certain things.
Since I painted an urban scene (surprise surprise), I may as well talk a bit about cityscapes. And here comes another confession – I’d love to say the picture was my own idea, but in truth, it was an ad for something I saw in a New York subway station. What drew me to it was its simplicity of streets seamlessly morphing into skyscrapers. It juxtaposes the two most prominent architectural elements of cities: its streets and its buildings. One could say that streets are horizontal buildings and buildings are vertical streets.
Two Vancouver architects, Bruce Haden and Joost Bakker, are playing with these ideas. They are taking the traditional vertical tower and literally flipping it on its side to produce a horizontal condominium and office tower development on the eastern end of False Creek. They call it the “bridge form – a tower laid horizontally across two smaller supporting towers.” Check out the article here in The Vancouver Sun.
I’m trying to imagine a city of skyscrapers without streets: Trees without roots. Helium-filled balloons with the strings cut. Height without depth. Towers of Babel disconnected from earth in their effort to ascend to the heavens, to achieve man-made immortality. Le Corbusier’s Radiant City of concrete monoliths.
Now what would it be like to have a city of streets without skyscrapers? Visual tedium. A bird that never left the nest. Roots but no wings. Breadth without height. Nothing to mark the distance and make the distance matter. Suburban sprawl as far as the eye can see.
Taken to their individual extremes, skyscrapers and streets don’t work well on their own. But put them together and there’s beauty in the balance of multiple heights and distances conducive to mixed-use spaces, neighbourly interaction, and visual interest.
Speaking of visual interest, my friends have heard me say that as much as I love Victoria, I am not a fan of its skyline. I mean, look at it – nothing of prominence to write home about:
Some friends tell me they like Victoria’s small scale heritage buildings with their restricted heights that give the city more light and which makes them feel less like forgotten pedestrians walking through a concrete jungle. I get that, but I can’t help comparing skylines and being drawn to cityscapes like this:
Here’s an artistic rendering of the Manhattan grid that emphasizes both New York’s streets and buildings:
The paradox for pedestrians (or maybe just tourists) in New York is that you’re stuck looking in two directions – up and across. You want to look up because the height of the skyscrapers is so powerful and magnetic, but you can’t because you also have to keep your eyes on the street and focus on getting through the grid – and the crowds.
Anyway, those are just some thoughts provoked by a simplistic, three-building skyline I painted. If any of you are similarly tired of your same old, same old, or are looking for something new and creative and cathartic to take up in the New Year, I highly recommend painting. And if you’re sick of painting, well, try reading.