If you ever happen to see me gasping at awe, chances are pretty high that I’d be staring at a staircase at the moment. I find most of them simply fascinating. I guess it’s their duality, the harmonic coexisting of controversies, is that intrigues me most.
From the one side, the staircases are literally epitomes of change. They serve as means of getting from one space to another, from the bottom to the top and vice versa. Spiral staircases are providing the person climbing them with a mystery of never knowing what’s behind the turn (and sometimes a headache as a result of that, too). The staircases are hypnotizing and ceremonial, dictating the rhythm, creating a music of steps and breathing. Bringing some chaos into the organized layers of building, speeding up the calmed pulse.
From the other side, the staircases are the most static thing in the building, the most permanent one. Serving a functional purpose of getting from one floor to another, the staircases are much needed. And, for that reason, rarely rebuild. In the most old buildings I’ve been to, the staircases happen to be the single remaining original thing as everything else was destroyed, restored, changed many times throughout the years.
What is more, to create a proper staircase, one would need not only artistic talent, but also a great deal of a craftsmanship. And those two traits do not always come together. - 21 days ago