Finally the wait is over and the summer pavilion is open to public. It’s a work of contrasts in visuality and texture. The interior is filled with the woody smell of the cork surface, while the exterior is surrounded by the visual and olfactory stimulations of the greens…
Simmel wrote about how doors can separate the connected, what about window?
Window is a funny thing. Its physical property draws a line between the inside and outside, yet people inside can see out and people outside can in. Unlike a door, it somewhat connects the separated private and public spaces. I have this habit (which I am sure most people have) of looking into a house whenever I walk pass one, just to see what is inside that house and imagine myself being in it. But when I am in my flat, I am anxious about people looking in, I feel my private space is being exposed; it has gone public. Somehow, it gives me an odd sense of security because I can see what it is going on outside. I can see my cat playing outside and across the road; I can keep an eye on him. I can see what the weather looks like before I head out. It allows me to get the information of the day I need.
Because of windows, a house is lit up by the natural light flooding in. Every single window in the house frames up a piece of natural painting of the outside world in it seasonal dressing. It is a poetic piece.