Fleshy bodies leak. They leak when they shit, fuck, eat, give birth, and die. The semantics of architecture rarely include references to such inevitable puddelings. A building that leaks is a bad building. As shelter, a leaky building fails to provide protection from the elements. As architecture, a leaky building fails to provide psychological reassurance that we can overcome our own bodies. Rather than trying to conquer and constipate our fleshy bodies, I am interested in a designed environment that accepts the entropic nature of our existence.
Ward Shelley's "Flatland" at the SCULPTURE CENTER