As long as I can remember, I have always experienced the beauty of an artifact, an object created by man as a special presence of form, as a self-evident and self-confident hereness that is intrinsic to the object. Sometimes when such an object asserts itself in nature, I see beauty. The building, city, house, or street seems consciously placed. It generates a place, Where it stands, there is a back and a front, there is a left and a right, there is closeness and distance, an inside and outside, there are forms that focus and condense or modify the landscape. The result is an environment.
The oject and its environment : a consonance of nature and artificially created work that is different from the pure beauty of nature-and different from the pure beauty of an object. Architecture, the mother of the arts?