It is time to turn the model one last time. We arrive in the architect’s studio, my studio. The white desert, the canvas of the unbuilt, rests on its plinth, an entire world reduced to a display case.
At the begining of my presentation I asked: What is the real difference between a true Vermeer and what we believe to be a Vermeer?
I will refrase it: What is the difference between the reality of built
architecture and the fiction of the unbuilt? Between artefact and reality?
Between two worlds, both behind glass? (point at encased model and window of the room)