Within the deposits of an abandoned winery industrial complex, we decide to reborn as a new society.
We fulfil the metal deposits with as many uses as we can imagine. An artist’s workshop, a rehearsal room, a library, a co-working space: Every single piece of the creative society is welcome!
We open the ruin, so that the sun and the vegetation can strike back. Let the landscape phenomena enter into the heart of the building.
Make architecture as if you were nature.
Make architecture as if you had not forgotten that you are nature
They call us the technology generation, but we will be the trash generation. The industrial era started a disastrous path towards a swamp of leftovers, as a result of violent and excessive consumerism. This path does not even lead us towards the abyss. We wish it did. It is a path to nowhere. We will remain here. We will be right where we are now, while we witness how the forces of nature, disrupted from their perfect natural cycle, overwhelm us. We are the exception to an otherwise harmonious loop that does not know how to achieve closure. They call us the technology generation, but we will be the trash generation. The industrial era has left many witnesses in its way. Structures and artefacts of an eerie beauty which, once abandoned, embody a peculiar attitude. This attracts us as if we were insects flying to the light of their past. Few people know the beauty hidden behind such defeats, and even fewer have witnessed it. It is within this beauty where we have to find shelter and it is within the still-beating heart of the failed remains of the past that we must be reborn.
The Board:
