The Inner Studio - Riverside Architectural Press
The Inner Studio - Riverside Architectural Press
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THE INNER STUDIO<br />
town. Descending in space our bodies feel heavier and more at<br />
home. Descent invokes regression, solemnity, and groundedness.<br />
Signs are posted warning of the possibility of floods. We have gone<br />
down to the roots of the place. Nature quietly asserts itself and we<br />
feel at one with all life, though we have left the city far behind. Seen<br />
from below the horizon, urban life is made of fragments–the odd<br />
tower, a roofline–and coming in and out of view through the dense<br />
forest canopy, the majestic bridges that carry the city across these<br />
forgotten lands. <strong>The</strong> greatest of these, the Bloor Street Viaduct, flies<br />
like a Victorian airplane over the ravine, its reputation as a suicide<br />
platform a grim reminder of the negative power of the modern<br />
underworld. Everything is reversed now. Nature dominates and the<br />
city is occasional. <strong>The</strong> immense scale of the Don Valley is revealed.<br />
Moving along the overgrown trails reminds me of walking along<br />
streambeds in a Yucatan jungle searching for traces of the built<br />
world.<br />
Occasionally the dank humid air of the underbelly is pierced by<br />
strange blasts of cold air as water collected from the night rains<br />
surges through storm drains forcing cool subterranean air out the<br />
overgrown drain covers. This is our accidental grotto; it’s more a<br />
moment in time than a place. <strong>The</strong> potential of the ravines as soothing<br />
lands remains. This is a place we need to learn from. Can places<br />
like this be built? If not how do we expand their wild and healing<br />
presence in the city? We have yet to let the fairies and earth nymphs<br />
out of their wet cradle. I think all it would take is a special flight of<br />
stairs that could link the underworld to the city. We need these<br />
places so our bodies can return to the moist world they come from.<br />
<strong>The</strong> health of the city lives here.<br />
Lost Shoreline<br />
<strong>The</strong> other natural feature we’ve lost contact with is the shoreline<br />
itself. Toronto was a port fed by the Great Lakes and the St.<br />
Lawrence River. Economics shifted the freight away, but not before<br />
Toronto filled in its shoreline first for the freighters, then the railways,<br />
then the highways, and, most recently, the condominiums.<br />
<strong>The</strong> result left the city with a shoreline that seems more like an artificial<br />
limb than a place where the elements mix. It is strange, not<br />
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