The most consistently rivuletine lines I have seen are those of Antoni Gaudí. His inspiration from, and mimicry of, mother nature is stupendous. Not at all the superficial imitation of nature we see these days, but truly extracting and abstracting concepts from nature and formulating them into something not just functionally useful but aesthetically beautiful as well.
Here are my pic(k)s for Barcelona. Enjoy!
Casa Batlló was enroute our place to the city, so we pass it by everyday. The most beautiful part of the facade is right at the top, hence impossible to capture it on film without help (e.g. drones? friendly neighbours?). Here’s a clip of the space ❤ from their official site to give you a better view; and some stills captured by yours truly (haha, to show that this place is for real!).
We also visited Casa Milà, La Pedrera, which is on the other side of the same road. Its neighbours were under construction, so I made no attempt to take any photos. Here we were at the rooftop terrace, which was filled with people. Sometimes it is better to just view spaces through the lenses of architecture photographers who have the entire location to themselves. As a typical tourist, I still had to take an obligatory shot to show-off “been there, done that”, so here we go. 🙂
Dad and I climbed all the way up the top to visit the Park Güell. We were breathless, but the place was breathtaking. We spent an entire day there – a large part queueing, a large part walking (commuting), and a large part walking (touring). It was great catching up and explaining to Dad about many ideas and the crossroads of the situation I was in (hence this pilgrimage to Spain). Rather appropriate setting for this conversation, because this project, as beautiful as it is and as functional as it is as a park, was in fact a real estate failure – the originating point for its conception and thus its existence.
Anyhow, life is as we frame it, life is as we perceive it.
And of course the La Sagrada Familia, still under the lines of construction even after 136 years, and possibly another 20-30 years to go. We queued for hours at the Nativity Facade, which was not a bad idea, because that gave me hours to examine the intricate details that dear Gaudi directly worked on. We exited from the Passion Facade, which was chunkier, but still very strong in its architecture gesture. This is a place I could just sit on one of the benches and weep, for the privilege that I (/we) got to enjoy in our lifetime. Not so much for the poverty and anonymity that this grand master died in. 😥