A poetics of space?

Everyone has their own architecture. A private phenomenology of spaces. And mine?

Cloisters. Avenues. The tree-lined paths through the Foret des Soignes (now there's a cathedral). The MAC gallery at Le Grand Hornu where every room has a connection with the exterior. Conservatories with full length windows preferably sliding open onto the garden. Canal-fronting houses in Amsterdam with their uncurtained windows. Stonehenge. Tintern Abbey. Attic bedrooms with Velux windows through which you can see the night sky. Bus shelters (so many fruitful hours spent standing ‘in’ these) …

My instinctive gesture: to open a window. The bathroom window (tooth brushing). Kitchen window (kettle on). Bedroom window (to hear the occasional car, rain, birds singing).

And spaces I hate? Hermetic spaces: Eurostar compartments, aircraft, ‘in camera’ meetings, assemblies, conference hotels with air conditioning and sealed windows, hospital waiting rooms, dinner parties when the food is eaten and the talk has been exhausted.

The definition of a ‘good’ space? One where outside and inside communicate. The air flows. The exits are clearly marked. There is space to breathe.

And, it has just occurred to me – a web.