The black continent has always fascinated me, so full of different cultures almost always generalized by the word "Africa".
Gripped by the burden that Western culture has inflicted on this land, added to my strong humanitarian bosom unearthed for a couple of years, I decided to participate in this competition that saw as theme a pavilion of Peace,in Senegal, for the commemoration of the victims who died during the African wars.
Although the pavilion had to be small, it was full of pitfalls!
The Venetian imprinting, based on the philosophy of poetic concepts, was immediately felt.
The idea that I thought was brilliant was to represent the victims with seashells fixed in the ground. The moment the abundant rain had come and it would have gathered in this basin with the shells, it would have covered them.
I found it a concept so strong and touching that it seemed to me winning; it is evident then that the commission made of architects from all over the world, had not had the same sensitivity taught in Venice.
The small and tender pavilion was a challenge!
The coup de grace gave me the calculation of the price of the building.
Impossible to calculate the tons of clay necessary to build curved walls.
Perhaps it was precisely for the approximation of a price maybe not too truthful that the jury of Architects starred have decided to discard my project.
Not bad, because every time I look at him I feel proud.
Here too the idea had a labyrinthine connotation, which made me start to think that it is my mind itself that is a labyrinth, insidious and changeable.
I may have other opportunities to get my hands dirty with clay, but now was not the time.