NZ Visual Diary - entry 214

suspended dance

Like dancers on a stage, the construction of a large commercial building is an exercise in precision choreography. Movement and timing of concrete and steel at 70 metres above ground are no less expressive of intent and consequence than that of bodies on a stage.

And yet, the building represented in this entry’s image has been motionless and its timing suspended, a constant and unsettling still-life for as long as I have wandered the streets of this neighbourhood.

We are left wanting and expectant, consoled only by the tawdry manner in which it has been partially dressed: in colourful but unimaginative accessories and haphazard urban tattoos.

Time is measured by the meter of decay.