SOBAS

She is a landscape

When BAS first moved into the old silo that we have all grown to love, she revealed herself to us as a gloomy lunar landscape, unsuited for human settlement. Like an extraterrestrial, she did not breathe the same air as we did, her diet was something else and she spoke a strangely familiar language with a tongue that had whispered for decades, but not yet lost its grace. We exchanged each our Voyager golden records, but you can probably imagine that her scripts were enigmatic and cryptic - it would take years for mutual understanding to show its full form.

It is tough love, the relationship we have to our building. We take care of her, acknowledge her. Yes, we give her value. In turn she lets us rough her up whenever we want. But beware she's a cranky old widow too, not your everyday charmer, and she'll go to extremes to get our attention whenever she feels neglected. I do not wish to hand her over entirely, but I think we all know what I am pointing out here.

This years energy course has taken the roughing-up to a whole new level, as master students have penetrated into the inner most sacred sanctum of her womb, the 7th floor, known to everyone as the cathedral. The students have occupied a corner of this last resort for months, piling up cart board, broken glass and wire. However as Christmas approaches a nest is slowly revealing itself, peeping out from the pile. In January the nest will be completed, in good time for the mating season. The question is who will be laying the eggs and what will be the offspring? 

...to be continued!

 

Evidence 1: The nest in the cathedral early December 2008.

 

Evidence 2: In the studios the students are planning further intrusion on her Majesty, just take a look at one of the students (Irmelin Rose Fisch Vaagen) conceptual model for the refurbishing of BAS: