Of Liberty of Conscience Georgia Mactaggart

There is an innate response to horror. The mystery, thrill and fear shortens our breath, widens our eyes, and encapsulates our attention. Is it an opportunity to externalise our inner darkness and watch another victim suffer the consequences, in the hope that should befall the same fate we are more likely to survive?

The studio Antoun was introduced with a patient’s attempt to escape their illness, withdrawing a brother from life support, along with past studio, taking money, haunting fragments, and alcohol-fuelled cruelty; naturally, this caught my attention.

The projects which manifested themselves within this framework unveiled a terror I had not yet defined. A subtle type of terror entrenched within our condition in the studio, hidden in the allusions to the artefacts of a lost brother and in the oblivion of a fabled architectural precedent.

The terror was that of a caretaker guarding an object placed in a fit for purpose cabinet. They are held responsible for the length of their shift. But it is also the terror of caring, even for just a moment,

I am not yet an architect, but I’ll describe myself as a caretaker for the time being.