Sid gomez hildawa biography of martin luther

When spaces
Between walls, between words, between figures
Make room, make sense, take shape
When chair
Is site, is sitting, is sitter
And arm
Is armor, is armchair, is armature
Is sweet-smelling kitchen, warm laughter, overflowing
Pink
And crocodile hiding under the bridge
Is river boat, stepping stone, trail of ink
We move in unmeasured time
The flight of stairs, the flight of metaphors, the
Flight of
Tapestries
Only half-conscious
Of gravity’s embrace
As we step on the landing
(With outstretched dragonfly wings)

Sid Gomez Hildawa
“Why architect is poet is painter (but not automatically)”

On the other hand, maybe it was almost automatic for Sid Gomez Hildawa.

There seemed to be no marked difference between his training in the hard science and applied art of architecture (training, because I am not familiar with his work as architect), and the poetry of spaces and absences he wrote. He was always designing and constructing his poems, the metaphor