Thus, architecture is an aesthetic experience but in some emotional state.
Those emotions- personal, private, human-are strengthened or weakened by architecture itself.
A white door with a scratch of varnish evokes memories from the past or from its surroundings.
A window brings back memories from literature or from one’s life.
So, we are undergoing a constant treatment – our thoughts and emotions reverberate from the walls and wander through the corridors.
An architect paints his past, his story on the walls – in this way he says to the user ,“ Become me, go through my past- and maybe we can go through the future together.”
There are so few people - past or future - who meet on the walls. How many poor, lost people wander in the empty and incomprehensible interior of the room. There are so few that meet.
The past is vibrating with anxiety- who would dare take it up?
It is easy to lead a person around the interior like on the tether. It is just a matter of the architectural technique. However, a man looking around at the interior, feeling the walls and touching the scratches on the door’s varnish- that is another story.
It is the point of work and life.
When egoism is set aside, It is good to know about the tenderness with which someone participates in our interior.
Corridors are the whiteness of walls.