Sometimes there’s a big difference between what we see, and what we see.
One of my favourite bits about building, once the place gets closed in, is the little glimpses of light that are apparent depending on what is happening outside, or inside. And the tricks our eyes and our minds play on us.
When I walk into the auditorium, this is is what I see, in a fleeting moment. Yet the truth, as my mind then tells me, is that the whole space is lit with light from outside, the spill of the spot, and the adjustment my eyes have told my brain to make so that I can see my way quite comfortably “in broad daylight”.
And all the while there’s this quiet insistence from another little voice saying “…but, but, but, remember how beautiful it was when you first walked in…”