The final post in this series featuring the Eye Filmmuseum. Graceful lines and a sense of movement that resembles the path of something skipped across the water to me. Utterly beautiful.
Of all the things I enjoy about this building is the sense of movement. It is unrelenting.
The Eye Filmmuseum is very good at hiding its bulk. This angle gives an impression of the mass and imposition on the ground beneath it as well as some hints to the underlying construction techniques.
So my oldest child said this reminds them of a whale. I think it might be ambivalent to those swarming around and inside it.
Amidst the stark lines, grey skies and wet wood, this place is warmly welcoming to visitors.
This intuitively reminds me of the lines and pores of the skin on my hands which is changing as I get older. But there is also dissonance because of the relative rate of change…
I’m beginning to feel like this building is something of an obsession. Maybe it’s the clean lines fuzzed with the texture of its ‘skin’ which appear to give it a sense of vitality and life.