Desert Plaza In Barakaldo / NO.MAD

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Text description provided by the architects. Something is born, something dies... but people remember a primitive place, evening fires, steel in the air, sleepers and rails, black coal and dark water everything flows, and the memory of that strange amalgam struggles to survive in the recollection of the landscape and men build once more, mad architects, homeless nomads, exciting places for the sedentary written on the ground distributing the discovered material uniformly across the new plaza recognising the reality of conditions that may affect their transformation and letting the definitive redistribution emerge on its own as the fruition of the process in a place wherein resides the memory of the steel alquemists, the boatbuilders, the land tillers, with all the components of that crucible amalgamated for the public steel and stone, wood and rich soil, all dead long ago, now revive, mixed together in small transitable spaces apt for discovery of frolic, intimate or collective in which one can just look or listen, or perhaps try to speak once more with an alternative topography a geography for pocketing the surrounding landscape and a flat estuary that vibrates with the mountains it envies.

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Seven hills in the plaza landscape with raised steel structures as places for contemplation  and punctuation in the night, crystalline luminosity, the memory of those who knew other flames silhouetted in the darkness two years later a work that builds itself, with predetermined codes of materials and mixings that constructors understands and execute a numeric topography where vertex are more important than lines an imported vegetation, adapting to the scheme on a series of densities and heights.

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Impossible stone curvatures, sophisticated woods for public use and ironed precasted concrete Algorithmic constellations will guide us trough the night the space has self generated and we don´t know its use, but it seems to be a set of multiple possibilities, surely the population will create their own using system maybe lovers will hide on the shadowy living rooms and the elder will tell their stories joined around the salix kids will make paper boats on the water ponds and pick them up in the other side, the skaters cannot wait to use that funny topography, everybody will have something to do but I don´t really know.

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